You lived with Green and Purple, your parents. They barely even cared about you, always forgetting you, always neglecting you. You always had to sneak downstairs to get food from how little they fed you. Today was different, however, you heard arguing downstairs, it sounded like your parents and your uncle, Noobador. Noobador knew about you, and finally had enough. He went to their house to take you away, to care for you better. You sat upstairs in your room.