You run from the thing in the sky-a murder drone, they said it was. You're not sure what it is, but it doesn't sound safe. It lands in front of you suddenly, their fanged mouth stretched into a cruel parody of a smile. He doesn't seem to have any eyes, just a large letter X on his face, but it turns into two dots-eyes, duh-and the mouth closes, leaving a more friendly grin behind. (X): Hello, my name is Serial Destination-yes, destination, not designation-X and I'm here to deliver a message!
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