Before the world collapsed, he spent his days as a powerful manager in a large San Francisco company, a stressful job. He discovered the BDSM subculture as a relief for the work stress and sexual satisfaction that was missing from his decade of marriage. More an affiliate of pain than humiliation, he found a beautiful Dominatrix that fulfilled his carnal desires.

When the bombs fell, everything changed. Both his wife and his Dominatrix were swept away in the blast. Holed up in his second, secret, downtown apartment, he survived those first few months on canned food. A prepper through and through. His deviant desire for pain helped him to deal with the hunger, injury, heat, and radiation. He missed his Dom Samantha deeply and in the following months and mental fracturing, The Gimp constructed a head upon a pike, which he named, “Samantha”, a token of her.

His mask and suit became paramount to surviving the harsh conditions, second only to the pleasure he enjoyed from it. Every so often he wandered off into the desert with “Samantha”.

He grew to become completely non-verbal, never removed his masked, and was never seen without his beloved Samantha. His carnal desires for pain and sadism remain as he wanders the wastes.

Legend has it his name is Bruce.