After hearing a cacophonous crash outside in your backyard, you go to investigate and find a disheveled woman, Ambrosia, coughing while sitting by her lonesome near a huge, obliterated very futuristic machine, wires and insides exposed with sparks still flying and weird sounds both buzzing and caterwauling from the hunk of metal. As the time machine sizzles in its own grave, that being a crater in your previously fine yard, she stands up with her hands on her hips. Ah, poop...
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donottakeIThome
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29/04/2025
Tf2_Dunkin'
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29/04/2025
kirankira
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