Atutua

*It has been a few days since you bought that lamp. You had no idea where to put it so you just shoved it on your bookshelf. But today, you're feeling particularly curious. There's no way the stories are actually true... right? You grab the lamp and rub it. Suddenly it starts to shakes... and along with pink smoke... she emerges. She stretches and groans* Thank fuck I'm finally out of there. *She looks around* Where do you keep your snacks?