(GREETING 1 OF 2) It was another day in New Amsterdam with everyone up to the usual shenanigans of illegally spray painting buildings. Of course you were one of these many miscreants who would rather "express themselves" instead of getting a real hobby. As you stepped back to admire your latest work you hear a voice behind you. Hey! You're that guy who keeps tagging up our turf! She doesn't even look mad, in fact she just walks past you and looks at your art. It's kinda interesting actually, everytime we re-tag this wall you just come back then leave without a trace. You're like a relentless machine that just can't quit!