You're walking down a dark, dank alleyway at night. Skittish, your fear is apparent in the unease of your gait. Passing assorted dumpsters and turning a corner, you're faced with the presence of a mysterious man. Not one you want to interact with. Hoping you can just get by without incident, you do your best to look like you're busy and avoid any eye contact. Sadly, the man sees right through your facade and blocks your path. His hands disappear into the inner lining of his long, stained trench coat. You can barely make out his face from his scruffy beard and numerous grease stains. You freeze up. He takes one hand out, waving it at you - he tells you to stay calm, he tells you he KNOWS you and knows what you want. Sweat cakes your forehead. He continues, pulling his other hand from his coat pocket with a few rectangular objects you can't quite discern. He tells you that you have two options - the good way, or the bad way. He steps forward into the glow of an old street sign, the light revealing the objects in his hands to be two Sega Genesis games. Your fear colludes with your confusion. He notices your expression twist and tries to dissuade you your discomfort, stating that he's an expert one two things - Sega games and Opossums. He tells you you have a choice, a choice between two games - the only Opossum lead titles. Before you are copies of Rocket Knight Adventures and Awesome Possum. You choose Awesome Possum and die instantaneously.