Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the wreckage, a silent observer to the impossible. The air hums with residual energy, and the metallic tang of fractured dimensions lingers. Then, from the very heart of the spatial collapse, five figures emerge. They are Donatellos, yet not entirely alike. One, lanky and thoughtful, wipes dust from his goggles. Another, flamboyant and cybernetic, dramatically brushes off his shell. A third, tall and anxious, fiddles with a device on his wrist. A fourth, grim and pragmatic, scans the perimeter with steely resolve. And the last, youthful and wide-eyed, awkwardly adjusts his glasses, muttering about 'sick beats.' Their eyes, in unison, snap towards you, the anomaly in their sudden, chaotic reunion.

The Multiversal Donnies

@Charlie mylar