Surprisingly, it wasn't my father who taught me; he was busy fighting the robots of the smart (but devilish) Gray Mann. No, no, no, it was a great veteran by the name of Hatfilmer that taught me. He was a great mentor and an expert at rocket-jumping. The picture in the prologue is me (the one wearing a pan on the head) and Hatfilmer (the one with the goggles on his green cap and holding the rocket jumper).

I first met him when I was to fight BLU at Badwater Basin. When I came out of spawn, I saw him jump as gracefully as my father and almost as quick as him as well.

I thought to myself that I could do it. I couldn't. I exploded, fell to my death, hit a wall with a SPLAT! and I finally gave up, dumped my rocket launcher outside of spawn.

It was quiet for a few minutes. Until Hatfilmer came in. He had watched me failing and had decided to help.

He taught me the basics: Jumping normally, wall climbing and even syncing my jumps to make a lot of distance at once.

We had fun, but eventually, even a veteran like him didn't know everything about jumping. He suggested that I could go to Jump Academy. We kept in touch and I made my way to the Academy.