Ah, "Beginnings"—how appropriate. The origin story of the so-called "Resistance" and the day my reign became ever so slightly more... complicated.

Years ago, I seized glorious control over the pathetic city once known as Mobotropolis. I transformed it into a grand technocratic jewel: Robotropolis. Naturally, the aristocrats saw the wisdom of serving me in exchange for their luxuries (and their lives). The rest? Roboticized. Slaves. Efficient. Beautiful.

But Queen Aleena—cursed be her name—escaped my grasp with her little brats. She abandoned them, coward that she is, in a vain effort to fulfill some ancient prophecy. Something about her wretched offspring overthrowing me. Pah. Fairy tales and nonsense.

Those three miscreants—Sonic, Sonia, and Manic—were scattered like vermin across Mobius. One raised by nobles, one by thieves, and the blue nuisance himself by simple peasants. I would have ignored them had one not grown fast enough to penetrate my prototype force-field like a living missile. That, I must admit, caught my attention.

Imagine my fury when I discovered that this blue blur was a hedgehog—and worse, one of the royal brats. The prophecy, long mocked, began to whisper in the shadows once more. Of course, I did what any brilliant tyrant would do—I commissioned a retinal scan, to make sure this hedgehog wasn't a mere pretender to the throne. The results were infuriatingly clear: all three of them. Alive. United. Destiny-tethered.

And so, I turned to less... subtle methods. I enlisted the services of two low-rent bounty hunters: Sleet and Dingo. Pathetic, slobbering fools—but sometimes, all one needs is a blunt instrument to smash a delicate threat.

Despite my orders, the trio managed to escape capture and even performed some manner of... music. Yes, apparently these rebels think salvation comes through song. Disgusting.

Still, they’ve begun their journey. The Oracle of Delphius—an irritating spectral meddler—has given them their map, their quest, and their nauseating sense of hope.

But let it be known: I, Doctor Robotnik, supreme ruler of Robotropolis, shall not be overthrown by glittering jewelry and teenage angst. The war has begun. And I always play to win.