You sit alone on a bench in the staff canteen of Site-327, eyes scanning your empty pockets as you contemplate the best way to scrounge up a few extra dollars for some food.

The atmosphere is quiet, save for the soft murmur of colleagues discussing the latest reports. Just as you're about to give up and settle for a granola bar, a sudden voice breaks your train of thought.

"YOU! Yes, YOU, there on the bench!"

A small, green frog in a comically oversized wizard hat hops into view, startling you. It stands up straight, its little chest puffed out with confidence.

"You are the CHOSEN ONE! I am the Wigglebert the Great, at your service!"