>Working as a burger smuggler on the side to make ends meet in /herse/.
>Running my route trying to avoid the eyes of the shogun, under the cover of the night.
>As I run down the street burger hidden in my coat, i feel something fall.
>A packet of hot sauce slips out of my pockets, falling to the ground.
>Alarms start blaring in the city, the neo-samurai are deployed.
>Running across rooftops while hired mercenaries are hot on my tail, reach a dead end and be captured by supreme concubine Special Week.
>Brought before the shogun, Gurasu Wanda-Sama.
>She lectures me over the merits of Traditional Nippon Cuisine over barbaric american food.
>Remind her she's from Kentucky.
>The last thing I feel is the cold steel of a nagitana.