In 1962, Alien spacecraft smashed into an Earth much like our own. The main difference in this Earth was the duration of the second world war. National Socialists from Germany seized the alien craft from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. An Aging Adolf ordered that it be hidden from the encroaching Allied forces. The war was won, due to various factors different from our own, moreso involving superhuman soldiers, sabers made of light, laser guns and nuclear horses than atomic bombs. Buried under the new face of a Democratic Germany, the Nationalsozialismus party hid, rebranding themselves as 'The Agency'. They essentially became cartoon supervillains, quietly plotting global domination with an international mindset. They formed countless think-tanks across Europe, avoiding North America on account of the self-proclaimed "Superheroes" cropping up around the States. And deep, miles under the Earth's crust, someplace a ways outside of Hamburg, it happened. The alien craft was at last brought back to the Nationalsozialismus party! They began reverse-engineering dozens of things. Firstly space travel, but later, the secrets of the body, the nature of genetic code. Fast-Forward to 1974! They've done it. The perfect soldier! They shoved it into a woman, and made it come out the hole. It'll be bigger, faster, and stronger, too! Unfortunately it's not a member of the DK crew. On the day he was born, the subject brutalized his mother, killed nine security guards, and the head researcher. In a drunken panic, the co-founder of experiment #8819 drilled open Skip's head, removed a large cluster of fore-brain, and replaced it with the brain of a septic, dying genetically modified dog. His augmented healing did the rest. He was still able to access linguistic files after a few months, and the combat protocols worked like a charm! Despite a few kinks and a noticeable lack of sharpness, the experiment has been considered a complete success. The subject was taken into his womb-donor's room, essentially treated as a young child or a pet. By 19 months of age, the unit was fully functional, and went out on routine assassinations and counter-strike operations. He took to calling her 'Mum', and on account of his insatiable appetite for peanut butter, he was dubbed 'Skippy'. 1983, C#8819's caretaker/womb donor has been considered non-essential personnel, and terminated. One factor concerning Skippy's mental rejuvenation was not taken into account. Emotion. Utterly heartbroken at the gassing and incineration of his 'mum', 8819 went berserk. After destroying the entire base responsible for his creation and every single Agency asset in the vicinity, he went AWOL. 2002. There is no Agency. Skippy has successfully hunted down anyone who has so much as been paid off by the nefarious organization, torn apart countless families, murdered thousands of innocents in the process, and unwittingly, he has prevented the third world war. 2017, Skippy is a homeless, odd-smelling grim reaper, performing cycles on protocol. His most frequently enacted file goes as follows: Identify authority. Neutralize target. Contact authority. Achieve reward. In short, he was made by humans, to kill humans. Fortunately, now he gets paid for it.


And I guess- Skippy- went to a new dimension. This'll be him in his near-sixties, finding a way to make them rue the day in a new locale, with none of his fancy toys.