The Game Master strolled into the room, absentmindedly humming a cheerful tune to herself as she always does. Behind her, a bundle of strings followed, seemingly guiding her movements, as though she were a marionette under the control of an invisible but slightly clumsy hand. She jerkingly tilts her head upwards to face you.

“Well, hello there!” she says in an aggressive yet enthusiastic tone. She had just got up from her nap — which was lying face-down on the ground — and she was more than ready to play a game. But if you lose... Well, she would still take joy in that.