You’re <span class="mu-s">STANLEY PARBLE</span>: a girl with a weird name and an even weirder tale: after a centuries-old lich woke up during your graveyard shift at the <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONE</span> factory, your simple life of janitorial work became a bit more… Complicated.

Sure, you became pals with your now-sentient skeleton (you named him <span class="mu-g">LY</span>) AND gained some nifty <span class="mu-b">SUPER POWERS</span> from eating <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL BONE MARROW</span>, but that doesn’t change the fact that your hometown of <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER, CALIFORNIA</span> is overrun by <span class="mu-r">HOMICIDAL SKELETONS!</span> Even worse, the guy in charge is dead-set on taking over the rest of the world while he’s at it! <span class="mu-s">Not cool!</span>

In stark contrast to your High School experience, you’ve become somewhat popular in this whole ‘<span class="mu-r">SKELPOCALYPSE</span>’ thing! Following a post-victory hootenanny that ended in an extremely awkward fashion, your day took a turn for the better when you reconnected not only with the marvelous merchant <span class="mu-g">HAULIE PAULIE</span>, but also with one of your first undead pals: <span class="mu-g">STRIPES!</span> Hyping you up for the greaser party you helped put together, the two of your reconnected a bit before you zipped off to <span class="mu-g">THE LODGE–</span>the local salt mine-turned-doomsday bunker run by your questionable employer, <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONES!</span>

Speaking of questionable employers, you finally managed to meet yours: the ever-eccentric and somewhat eerie <span class="mu-g">SONNY BRUCKMANN JR!</span> Over the course of a scrumptious lobster brunch cooked by a personal assistant you probably maimed in the past, your boss filled you in on the current issue surrounding the company: namely the unsettling prospect of a <span class="mu-r">TRAITOR</span> in your midst–one dead-set on ending this quest early…

Your other meetings weren’t cheery either–a rendezvous behind the bunker’s local canteen revealed your company contact to be none other than <span class="mu-g">CHRISTY–</span> Security Chief Blumenkrantz’ personal assistant <span class="mu-i">and</span> the victim of a brutal attack during an all-too-familiar Christmas Party. Besides clearing the air between you two, she left you with a pledge to assist however possible along with an unsettling theory of there being more than one traitor!

During a subsequent visit to your old friend <span class="mu-g">DR. DEVON,</span> you made a tough decision to <span class="mu-i">not</span> mass-produce a <span class="mu-b">CURE-ALL SERUM</span> synthesized from your aforementioned magical marrow. Whether or not that decision saves more lives than it ends remains to be seen, but at least you got a raccoon pet out of it!

Having just returned to your private bunker with <span class="mu-g">DENISE VENAAS,</span> science dork and one-time crony of <span class="mu-r">THE LICH</span> in tow, your moment of relaxation was cut short by a confrontation instigated by <span class="mu-g">TALBOT,</span> her coworker and ex-science project.

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