Here is essentially the biography of Opti from start to finish, you will be able to write an epic newspaper with this:

 

THE RISE AND FALL OF OPTIGRAB

A South Stick-Mon Crime Story

He arrived like anyone else, unknown, unnoticed, unimportant. Just another face stepping off the train at South Stick-Mon Station. At first, Optigrab was quiet. Humble, even. Working odd jobs around the city, mopping floors at the gas station, scrubbing kennels at Happy Tales Pet Emporium, and putting in cold hours at the animal euthanasia clinic. But behind that unassuming start was a mind already mapping every alley, every opportunity, every weakness.

Optigrab was cunning. He stole when no one watched. Harassed those too weak to fight back. And before long, he was selling cocaine in back alleys and playground corners. He showed up in front of judges more than once, and each time he left the courtroom with a bigger smirk. To most, he was a parasite. But to a growing few, he was becoming something else… a power.

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The real turning point came when he learned that the previous year the banks started buying gold again. Opti didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a pickaxe, headed into the wild, and came back rich. Then he hired others—workers from gas stations, janitors, anyone desperate for a better wage. He paid them more than the city ever would. And in return, they mined for him. A whole gold-mining economy formed under his name.

The city caught on. Gold prospecting exploded. But Opti, ever the shark, smelled the crash before it came. He urged people to sell “offload before the price drops,” he said. Few listened. And then it happened: the bank teller at Unity Financial—the main gold buyer—was killed in a robbery gone wrong. The bank paused all gold buying. No statement. Just silence.

Opti stepped in.

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He offered to buy gold for less than market value, promising payouts while the banks were frozen. Desperate and greedy, people sold to him. Opti sat on a mountain of gold, bought cheap, then used it at regular value in stores and businesses dealings ensuring others that the value would increase when gold was being sold again, even if he just made that up to get rid of the gold he had just sitting there.

His empire swelled. His gang grew. He paid well, but ruled with fear. Beatdowns in the streets were a pastime. His name whispered in back rooms. You followed Opti, or you disappeared. Officials were bribed. Bounties were posted publicly, and his businesses were promoted often with full-page ads in the Southern Chronicles. He owned property from Downtown to Dexter Basin. No part of South Stick-Mon was untouched. He spent money left and right and even paid 50,000 to have unity financial change their name to Opti Financial.

He became untouchable.

But even giants have cracks.

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On June 16, 2025, a shopkeeper returned to find all his diamonds missing, but no sales on record. The IRA (Internal Revenue Agency) investigated, tracing the theft back to Optigrab. Turns out he had bypassed private storage systems and looted the stock undetected. A warrant was issued. Police searched his main estate and found mountains of netherite and other contraband materials.

The South Stick-Mon Police Department escalated the case to federal authorities. The FBI got involved. Then came the suits—men from District 11, believed to be from a classified federal task force under the Office of Special Investigations. Agencies linked to terrorism and national security descended on South Stick-Mon like a storm.

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What they found was staggering:

Stolen inventory from dozens of businesses.

Bridges and public infrastructure disassembled for materials.

Networks of smuggled goods, ghost paychecks, and manipulation at every level.

The investigation is still ongoing. His lieutenants are being hunted.

His estates raided. His name, once shouted in fear, is now whispered with a mix of awe and bitterness.

And just like that, the gang that once ruled the city like kings began to dissolve.

Optigrab—the menace, the mogul, the master manipulator—rose from nothing, built an empire, and brought half the city under his control… until the weight of his own ambition brought it all crashing down.

This is the story of how a city let a monster grow in plain sight—

And how that monster finally fell.