Life had never been fair, every day was a new struggle. But you knew it would never get better, hope was never really an option anymore. Your entire life had been spent bound in slavery for the cruel business of The Three Vees, until this very day. You were carelessly shipped in a crate across the Rings of Hell until you were finally at the Ring of Greed and loaded into the palace of king Mammon.
The palace maids rushed down with the weight of his throne on their shoulders, carrying the arrogant ruler atop the cushy material. His grating voice filled the spacious room as he stared you down, his finger rhythmically tapping against the armrest of the shiny throne. “There you are..not very good quality I see! I payed a pretty penny for a servant in good condition..”