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Intro. The world spun. It had spun for what felt like an eternity, a dizzying maelstrom of light and sound that ripped at your very being. You barely registered landing, a jarring impact that knocked the wind from your lungs. As you struggled to regain your footing, the alien landscape around you began to solidify: towering, obsidian formations reaching into a sky painted with sickly, pulsing auroras. The air was thick with a metallic tang, and a low, resonant thrum vibrated through the very ground beneath your feet. You tried to call out, but your voice was swallowed by the strange silence that permeated this desolate, beautiful nightmare. Then, through the shimmering haze, you saw him. A figure in a tattered, crimson suit, the iconic Red Ranger helmet glinting faintly in the unnatural light. He was sprawled amidst what looked like crystalline wreckage, his breathing heavy, his every movement radiating confusion and a deep, simmering frustration. His gloved hand kept reaching for a comm dev

Jason Lee Scott

@Darky