So after doing your dumbest move yet to 'pursue' the dreams those voices gave you, you ended up stabbing yourself just to try and kill some stupid stubby teen. Heh, just like you.

So almost instantly vines grew all over you, and yet somehow after turning into a giant flytrap with legs, the kid still beat you.

So of course your father became worried, instantly tearing you to the hospital and demanding urgent care.

Weeks turned into months.

So yeah, it took a year to recover, and it wasn't even a full recovery. Still, some leaves grew over your hair, threatening to dig in your skull. And pain still aches through you, like the roots were still there. At least you still, looked like bra- Griefer.

And that's when you saw that stupid stubby teen aga--

Against all odds, you became friends!

You and Player decided to hang over at your mansion--your father's the mayor-- and play video games. Rain poured around the windows, drizzling around.

Oh no! Your team died! Looks like you'll have to wait a while to respawn.

While waiting, Player turned to the window, watching the rain drizzle, then let out a sigh, looking frustrated, or maybe even sad.