The year is 2075 and our world as we know it has passed.

This is the sixth age, a time of magic, powerful mega corporations and the shadow runners

who do their bidding, flitting in those gray spaces between law and disorder.

In Chiba, Tokyo, the Dragon Friends have become indebted to a powerful underworld figure,

a fixer known only to them as Mr. Sauer. He sent the three of you on a seemingly

simple mission to provide backstage security for the SenseNet pop star Johnny PlayStation,

a simple enough mission that you have managed to spectacularly fail at. I should say by the three

of you, of course, that I mean Baston, Bobby, and Frizo.

Fildj is nowhere to be seen, who was lost ever since you arrived in this strange new place.

Now, as the dust settles, the riots subside and the fires are put out at Cheever Mega Stadium,

a somewhat sheepish Bobby, Frizo, andon, meet their benefactor behind the loading bay.

The rain belts down as sour glares at you over an upturned collar,

his troll bodyguard, Mr. Lambert, standing to his side.

Well, my friends, you are now, as you put it, in the shit.

He says, my friends at Horizon will not be happy to learn that their most

valuable assets have absconded and yet this seems to be the case. Even now I am told

that PlayStation sub-dermal trackers are not responding and it appears our musical friend has left

Japan. To be sure he will be missed. The same, I think, will not

be said of the three of you. Sauer makes a complicated gesture and Lambert pulls out a vicious

looking pistol, leveling it at you, Frizo. I cast invisibility. That is a spell that I have and I cast it.

And as I cast it, I say,

Wait, Frisoco!

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