Tobias Blackbriar, the Hobo Terrorist

I must restore my good name. Recent events in Great Falls have sullied the monicker of Tobias Blackbriar. I am wanted by the Police and FBI for crimes that I (sort of) did not commit. If I ever wish to rebuild my monarchy, then I must resolve this issue with the mortal authorities. As Walter White would say, "I'm in the empire business." And right now, business is kind of shitty.

With the Hobo Nation dead and gone, I only have my motley mate Gnizzle and the stalwart Poincare at my side to assist. Tawen's a maybe.

Somehow, I need to figure out how NOT to leave a trail of corpses in my wake. But apparently it's harder than it looks to avoid causing death and destruction. Twelve dead hobos, Michael Steele's fanny pack bomb, and the death of an FBI agent (John Stoic) in my company has made things really difficult for me. My escape from the hospital also hasn't helped toward proving my innocence. Still, I have my supporters out there. Mysterious graffiti has been showing up all across Ohio, declaring "Long Live the Hobo King!" and "Tobias is Coming." Who could be behind these messages of support, I don't know. Perhaps my fellow impoverished colleagues in the Super Secret Society of Hobos (SSSH)? We'll see.

My legend continues...