It becomes clear to you that your only option out of debt, and into a future of prosperity, is to join the Northern Ontario Wrestling league. NOW is a rigorous, and thoroughly respectable wrestling outfit which only accepts the most exciting and intense Northern residents into the elite leagues of NOW. In order to capture their attention, you know you have to decidedly attack either the Face or Heel end of the spectrum with no second guessing or turning back. Instead of consulting free will and giving two predictable page choices to the great unnamed OTHER VOICES IN YOUR HEAD, you grab your trusty, and untarnished, Dime of Decision and flip it into the air. If the sail boat appears, you become a face to symbolize the beauty, joy and freedom of good, by taking a sailing trip across the waters. If the Queen's rotten inbred face full of generational degradation and subjugation of the human race appears, it is clear the only option for your life is to become a heel, and dig your feet into all that is evil and wrong with the universe. After taking a swig of Jamieson's Irish Whiskey, you flip the coin and allow it to fall onto your despicably disgusting basement floor. It lands with that revolting cunt's face up, and so you smile knowing that this was meant to be. You were born to antagonize the rubes. After all, who but a true asshole would become an Archaeological Philosophical Engineer? The only question is.... what identity will TRULY enrage the worthless plebes into tossing the last of their hard earned change at the Face charged with pretend smashing you in the ring?