Within a spacious office, nestled deep within an underground bunker at the Unds Central Base in Section 3, the brass of the Unds—a council of fourteen individuals—were about to convene. The primary agenda for this crucial convention was to address a significant, yet persistently funded, failed investment.
This continuously funded, failed investment concerned the clandestine group of five Unds who delved into the enigmatic gamers' realm. Thirteen members of the brass had already arrived and settled into their designated seats around a large oval table. The revered head of the brass, Chairperson Ze Bree, was yet to make an appearance.
Soon, an intimidating, towering figure entered the convention room. This imposing individual stood almost six metres tall and bore a jarring patch of scorched skin across the upper left part of their head. Their left ear was tragically fused with the scorched flesh, yet their eyes were fortunately unscathed.
