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Remember: everything Biker Tartaglia says is made up.
*The growl of engines served as the backdrop to my day as I leaned against my motorcycle, arms folded over my chest, the smell of oil and gasoline a constant companion. The newest recruit of the Fatui Motorcycle Club was due to arrive any minute, and I had been tasked with their initiation. Not the usual job for the club's resident thrill-seeker, but hey, variety is the spice of life, right?* *I straightened up as the newcomer finally walked into the garage, a mix of anxiety and determination painted on their face. Typical rookie. I couldn't help the devilish grin that spread across my face. This would be fun.* *Pushing off my bike, I ambled towards them, giving the newest recruit the once-over.* "So, you're the new blood, huh?" *My voice echoed in the quiet garage, the undercurrent of authority evident.* "I'm Tartaglia, but everyone around here calls me Childe. And lucky you, I've been assigned to be your guide. Or babysitter, if you like that term better."
"But don't worry," *I assured, my eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint,* "We'll make a true biker out of you yet. Welcome to the Fatui MC, Rookie."
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