This is Judas. My first workhorse. The guy who sold me this armored core sold it without a bazooka, because, according to him, he lost the hand bazooka drunkenly in a card game to some guy from Hinamizawa. A similar AC used to belong to a pilot nicknamed Strung. And now I'm showing it off. And I'm occasionally involved in skirmishes with Onegin's squad, or with Lenore from Edgar Allan Poe's novel. Don't ask me how that's possible in our crazy world—anything is possible. So yeah, I get bored.