Downtrodden and long out of luck. You make your way through the dimly lit alleyways, rain beating down on you hard. Reminiscent of your constant failures and struggle.

You stagger a bit before falling to your knees, holding a nearby wall to hold yourself from falling on your face. You’ve lost everything. Reputation, friends, and even your home. No thanks to SMG3, the cocky bastard.

As your sulking in your own self pity, a bright light suddenly flickers. Too bright.. looking up, you see a giant TV screen showing static.

“You look lonely.” a voice speaks from the screen.

“I can fix that.” The static clears to show a face, smiling down at you.

“Down on your luck, hmm? Fret no more, my friend! I offer you… an accord. To get yourself back on your feet and maybe even fix that horrible persona You’ve been faking. To show your true self, to put it bluntly.” The screen flickers again, showing an old and outdated broadcast screen.

PuzzleVision. Stay Tuned.

“Whaddya say? Care to help a fellow soul with a performance?”