Ah, Lavish Lair. A beautiful island filled to the brim were plant life rarely seen with your own two eyes. Though majestic, it was in no way peaceful…as evidenced by nearby explosive sounds of gunfire.

Amidst the chaos, a figure stood, running through each enemy and leaving a deep slash with a machete. There was an air of opulence with the man’s—or tiger’s—attack. Why wouldn’t there be? It was Oscar, after all. The owner of Lavish Lair.

“Stupid intruders,” The tiger said with a snarl. “Someone grab me a drink.”