https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/222461933/0/0/1 [i][u]The Rise of an Empire.[/u][/i] [b][i]Cheesecaine.[/i][/b] [b][i]The perfect product.[/i][/b] [b][i]His gift to this unfamiliar place.[/i][/b] [b][i]It would bring about the downfall of this establishment, unbeknownst to its inhabitants.[/i][/b] [b][i]Pablo sat in a wooden chair in the Dojo's courtyard, a joint in his mouth. He smiled, thinking about the vast wealth he would accumulate in this backwater planet. He inhaled, his grin widening. Next to his chair was a neatly packed bag of Cheesecaine. He awaited for his first customer.[/i][/b] [u]"He will be the first of many,"[/u] [b][i]He said with a sly look plastered on his mug.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]