Torsten, the misbegotten, bastard child of a failed marriage, was born into squalor in the winter of '91. The man's childhood was met with immediate resentment; a cheating mother, an addictive father - the typical modern-day concoction for an imploding nuclear family. His mother won custody in its entirety, whilst his breadwinner father hastily moved on to a new spouse and kids within only a few years. Social security in Poland was just enough to get by - a dilapidated apartment, cheap food that had to be rationed, and never a warm shower. However, when his mother eventually picked up the briefcase, Torsten typically found himself alone and isolated. The symptoms of a lack of fatherhood bore their fruit from a young age in the male - undisciplined, isolationism, prone to violence and quite the short temper, the like. The pattern continued through schooling, up until he was of age and took his own path, moving out of his mother's household.

Torsten's adulthood began with begging and scrounging about his home city, his life treading on the thin ice of homelessness. Eventually, however, he qualified for a job application as a runner for a small group of investigative journalists. There, his views of anti-industrialism and anti-authoritarianism flourished, becoming manifest in the form of online blogs and pamphlets. Torsten, the short, yet stocky bull of a mesomorph was regarded as 'the muscle' of the journalist conglomerate, his username becoming what he was colloquially known as; Mammoth. However, the oafish looking man has a knack for penmanship, and was well accepted as a 'decent' amateur journalist.

When the apocalypse came by the government's hands, it sewed the seeds of the journalists' prophecies. "Our trust in Big Brother has proven our downfall! You're witnessing it before your very eyes!" joined the cacophony of chants and protests that lined the streets in Poland, his brutish and guttural voice among them. Eventually, when Poland descended into hellfire, Torsten became one of the many opportunistic individuals roaming the streets. Gdansk, reduced to smoldering embers with napalm, was evacuated by refugee boats, Torsten among the many to escape. Forthwith, they set out to the last rumors of relative safety from the bombings - Nyheim.