The rebel Polko darts across the Grid. The escapees of the Arcade snap at his ankles, sharp pixels burning as they slice into his heels. Luckily, he is already dead, but his green skin still prickles with electricity as the PixelScape shifts, 2D transforming into 3D. New players suddenly burst fourth, dripping in fluorescent paint: Wild Child World is nearly in sight! "Get that cherry out my face, it's not game-over yet for this Punk!"