|Gary Lamonde never had much, nor much hope for more. He was born into a poor family which was always struggling to make ends meet, and his parents were often too busy or too tired from working to spend much time with him. He was pretty much allowed to grow wild as a weed; his parents didn't enforce any rules concerning things like school attendance, so his education suffered. Things went from bad to worse; when he was 14 his father died, and since his mother couldn't support them both, she turned him out to fend for himself. The legacy of his misspent youth came back to haunt him, as without a trade or formal education, he found it difficult to get a job, and even when he did get one he could never keep it for long. Even the street gangs found little use for him, as he was reluctant to prey upon those even less fortunate than himself, and his meager abilities as a thief were not enough to justify the burden of providing for him.
Ultimately, Gary wound up as one of society's homeless, what some would call human waste. He lived from day to day on what he could scrounge, beg, or steal, sleeping at night in any place that offered a convenient shelter. Since it seemed to him that society had turned its back on him, he turned his back on society; he rarely took advantage of any of the services for the homeless provided by various local charities, as it seemed to him that coming to rely entirely on handouts from others would be to surrender his last measure of self-respect.
He had been sleeping in an abandoned junkyard / dump with his dog, a stray which he had befriended, when an electrical storm came up. A bolt of lightning struck a pile of barrels near his sleeping area, bursting them and sending fluid splashing over both Gary and his mutt. The electrified contents of the barrels, which turned out to be toxic waste, caused a bizarre metamorphosis to take place. Gary was mutated into a disgusting, hideous creature with a toxic phsyiology that constantly produces and secretes waste. Sadly the dog, his only friend in the world, died a horrible death. Now distorted beyond any semblance of humanity Gary had even more reason to retreat from society, and staked out the junkyard as his home.
A few weeks later he was awakened by the sounds of heavy trucks entering the junkyard. Observing from afar, he saw a group of rough looking men unloading from several large, unmarked trucks, barrels just like the ones that had mutated him. They were responsible for his transformation! Gary felt a terrible anger come over him, and without pausing for reflection he rushed the trucks and assaulted the goons offloading them, shouting "WHY!!!!! WHY!!!!". Unfortunately, lacking a mouth and not having had time or cause to practice speaking it came out more like "WARG!!! WARG!!!!".
He killed most of the goons, his very touch causing their bodies to corrode and their skin to pucker from the toxic secretions that coated Gary's body, but a couple managed to get away in a truck. Gary followed them at a distance, trying to catch up, and managed to see them pull into an industrial park on the outskirts of town after a long, tiring pursuit. The sign said Robinson Industrial Corps, which Gary recognized as a local heavy industry firm. Wasting no time he slimed his way into the compound, which was mostly shut down as it was still night time. He proceeded to learn the lay of the place, finding many labs full of chemicals, and loading docks laden with pallettes of barrels. The more he saw, the greater his anger became.
Meanwhile the two that got away had reported to their foreman that they were attacked by a hideous toxic creature called a "WARG", and he in turn reported it by phone to the executive responsible for their illicit dumping operation, Aaron Dukeman. A few minutes later when Gary, in his tour of the facilities, came upon the foreman and the two rattled goons that fled from his wrath, he attacked and killed all three. He then proceeded to wreak as much damage as he could to the facilities, finally fleeing after wrecking several labs when he heard the sound of sirens.
Over the next several months Gary waged a war of eco-terror against Robinson Industrial, engaging in a drawn out emnity with Aaron Dukemen and his hired henchmen. In the end, the drama drew a good deal of media attention to the company which finally resulted in the EPA shutting down their operations and handing out lawsuits.
But Aaron Dukeman somehow managed to dodge out of the entire affair, and was soon working for another Industrial corporation in New Jersey. Knowing that Dukeman would be up to the same tricks and determined to bring him down Gary followed him there, travelling at night and hiding out in dumps and industrial wastelands found along the way. Three years and two more companies later in Cleveland Gary finally managed to pin Dukeman down and gleefully tossed him into a vat of toxic chemicals, where he died an ignomious and painful death.
In the meantime, quite unintentionally, WARG (as Gary had been referred to by Aaron) had established himself as being skilled at industrial sabotage, and he was approached by a representative of a firm calling itself Enforcers Incorporated with a job offer to wreak a little disaster on a industrial plant in Gary. This was followed by another job in Des Moines, and yet another outside of Atlanta. The work is not steady but it is lucrative, and Gary can find some dump or no mans land to inhabit whereever he goes so by and large it has worked out..