Now this is a story all about how, my life got flip turned upside down, And the fact that my brother just wanted me gone, cause I was gonna be the future ruler of Albion.

In Northern Bowerstone, Born and raised, in the castle walls where I spent most of my days, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, watching Reaver shoot his gun and close down the school, when my brother the king was up to no good, killing local people in my neighbourhood. I got in one royal fight and Walter was on the run and said "Come on, you're the hero we need for Albion"

I noticed a a crypt and when I got near, it was the grave of my parent and it stank of beer, in any case I could say that I was their son, but I thought "eh who cares, time to save Albion!"

I came up to a camp about seven or eight and I yelled at my butler "Yo homes smell you later!", looked at my kingdom, it was kinda gone, cause the end game villian destroyed Albion.