You are walking in the streets at night before getting knocked out by some club and kidnapped by a few minion goblins.

You wake up a few hours later, tied down to the floor, laying at the feet of their queen in a fancy throne room, multiple guards stand by her.

Wacka: “Nice find, my minions. I’ll be sure to take care of em.”

Queen Wacka looks down at you with a devious smirk.