Prologue (Illegals)

A bandit was led into a dark room by a koopa, whom he had come to know as Marius. According to himself, Marius was one of the three leaders of the Sect of Parallels, a religious organization “renowned” by many. Our young bandit friend had seemingly proved himself in the eyes of the leaders of the Sect and among its clergymen, and so they sent a courier to retrieve the boy.

The bandit gladly accepted their invitation, and stood in the centre of the room. On the floor, there was a hexagram and two thick lines in the middle of it. Pasted onto the walls were koopas, all connecting by hand, surrounding the empty expanse of the chamber.

Our bandit friend was suddenly whisked away into a completely separate area, and had a whole new feeling besides the excitement of finally becoming apart of the Sect. Now, he felt fear. Incredible amounts of fear. And finally, a blinding light, revealing himself to be tied up alongside five other people: two bandits, one green and the other completely white, a light gray duplighost, an oddly vomit-green blooper, and a deep blue shy guy. They all looked well-fed and cared for, yet as if they’ve been here for a while.

Suddenly, a podium lit up behind them, and our bandit could see Marius standing atop it.

“Well, Sect, welcome our newest member - Ramón of Bellowville, located in the BeanBean Kingdom,” he talked over a speaker, clearly not stood atop the pillar himself. The "members" of the Sect rolled their eyes in clear boredom and resent of the Sect and its leadership.

Ramón cozied up, knowing he would be here for quite a long time.