Long ago....there were twin brothers. Matt & Luigi.

They lived together, played together and, as they grew up, found that they were both artists in their own special way. One brother was able to draw, paint and surround their lives with beautiful art while the other was able to sear, baste and fill their bellies with incredible, edible delights.

One day, the end of their childhood had come. They had to face the wide world in all its glory. But not alone. Never alone. They had each other and that was enough.

One brother moved to New York City, honed his skills as an artist and worked all over the world making the visions in his head a reality. The other brother moved to the culinary capital of the world, Chernobyl, honed his skills as a chef and brought delicacies to the mouth that had never yet been dreamed of.

While the artist was getting involved in the world of 3D, the chef was diligently refining his beef tartar. That was the beginning of the end. You see, next door to the chef's kitchen, a taxidermist moved in. Things were fine at first: the two neighbors cordially sharing tricks of the trade. However, years of taste tests of food laden with the embalming vapors of the taxidermist took their toll.

Until one day. The artist went a'lookin' for the chef. Oh, he found him all right. The kitchen, once famous for fondue, prized for its pastries, celebrated for its salads, was in complete disarray. Cobwebs were everywhere. Dust piled where flour should have been. And there, in front of a long since rotten sauce pan, was the chef. Near frozen solid with embalming fluids.

But not completely frozen solid. As it turns out, the chef was able to talk ever so slightly. Even more curious, the chef was taken to fits of lightspeed movement in order to manage mischief. So, happy to have his brother back, the artist took him back to his new home in California and gave him a job watching the door and running the occasional, lightspeed errand.

Of course, this tedium continues to bore the bejeezus out of the chef and so his penchant for mischief has been utilized to its fullest. Who could blame him? How would you want to be stuck in one position for (quite possibly) the rest of your life?

However, Luigi is a grand old soul and he keeps the folks at IMVU content knowing their gates are protected by such a loveable, if not mischievous, block o' wood.