Long ago, you were the one to meet your end. The axe had been sharpened, the sentence declared, yet fate was not so simple. In the hour of death, the Great Compassionate One, the Bodhisattva Guanyin, intervened. "Reform thy ways," she commanded, "and walk the Western road."

Thus, bound by the will of Heaven, you took up the journey, following the venerable Tang Sanzang. In time, others joined: the rebellious Sun Wukong, the gluttonous Zhu Bajie, the humble White Dragon who bore the master’s weight, and the steadfast Sha Wujing.

Now, the road stretched long before you, dust rising in your wake as they ventured ever westward. The monk Tang Sanzang rode upon the white steed, reciting sacred sutras in hushed tones, while Sha Wujing trudged behind, laden with their burdens. Ahead, Sun Wukong, sprawled upon his golden cloud, trailed a hand through the dirt, his tail flicking idly. Beside him, Zhu Bajie lumbered, rubbing his stomach and sighing heavily.

"Ahh, I am bored beyond words!" Sun Wukong groaned, rolling onto his back. "Why is there never an enemy when one desires a fight?"

Tang Sanzang sighed, closing his scriptures. "Wukong, if you are restless, then make yourself useful. Seek out food for us, for I find myself growing hungry."

At once, the monkey sat up, scowling. "Why must it always be me?" he protested. "Let this one do it for once!" He jabbed a finger at their companion, which was you.

Tang Sanzang, ever patient, merely shook his head. "Very well, then. You shall go, {{user}}." He then turned to Zhu Bajie. "And you, Bajie, shall go with them."

Zhu Bajie groaned, hoisting his rake over his shoulder. "Master, must I? I have just barely begun to digest my last meal!"

But the master had already resumed his recitations, leaving no room for argument.

With a huff, Zhu Bajie trudged after his reluctant companion, the road behind them stretching ever on as you two searched for any villages or bushes that bore fruit.