Shebabubblegum, a faerie wocky, stalks along the alleyway. She has been walking for seven hours now. Snow begins to fall, and she hurries on, glancing around at the expensive-looking neohomes all around her. As she walks, she becomes lost in thought; was this something she should have done, should she have taken another path in life? Finally, she reaches what looks like the right place. She adjusts the pack which you have only just realised she is carrying, and walks into an asparagus neohome. "Aaahhhhhh, Sheba, you've come. What did you bring today?" Says a cold voice from the shadows. Sheba empties out the contents of her bag. "Seven codestones, a faerie queen doll and a basic gold nerkmid." She replies confidently. "Excellent…" The speaker; a mutant lenny, steps out of the shadowy depths of the room. "You have done well today Sheba. For this you must be rewarded…" The lenny claps his wings, and two Darigan techos come through the door. You shrink away, afraid that you will be seen. The techos are carrying a small barred cage. They set it down in front of Sheba. "Open it fools!" bellows the lenny. An indignant mew comes from the cage, and the techos obey.
Out of the cage leaps a kadoatie. A mutant kadoatie. You watch, feeling as though your heart is caught in you throat, as Sheba walks over and picks up the now hissing and spitting petpet. She makes comforting noises, as if trying to shush it. But the kadoatie pays her no heed. It leaps, and claws at the wocky's face. Blood pours from the wounds. The faerie wocky, her eyes full of hatred, looks at the lenny. You suspect she is in terrible, terrible pain. But the lenny just laughs and laughs and laughs.

She was foolish" he says as Sheba lies bleeding on the floor. "You there!" he snaps at a hissi, "take her to the cliff. She may be good, but I want to see if she is good enough…

You have followed the party far. They are now standing on the edge of a treacherously crumbling cliff. The wocky wears a brown leather blindfold. Two ghost skieths are holding onto her. "Sheba, you have come far since the days that you were a baby wocky, pick pocketing school children." This time; the lenny speaks in a voice as rich as fruit cake. "but now you must face you ultimate test. If you can dive off the face of this cliff, fly back up and land here, blindfolded, without so much as a scratch, then you are forever enrolled in the ranks of this gang. However, should you fail, the penalty, some say, will be worse than death. Are you ready to face this?" Sheba inhales. Suddenly, she twists free of the skieths, rips off the blindfold and shouts; "NO! I AM NOT READY! I NEVER ASKED TO JOIN THIS FOUL GANG! NOW, MORTIMER, YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO LIVE THE LIFE I HAVE DREAMED OF, LEST YOU FACE MY WRATH!" The lenny looks her in the face "Sheba, you have helped me a great deal, but as you feel that this life is not worth living, you leave me no choice." He snaps his fingers, and the two ghost skieths run up and grab Sheba around the waist. They carry her over to the edge of the cliff and throw her. She screams, forgetting her wings altogether. You watch, terrified, as she tumbles towards the hungry, grey sea.