It's the future, aproximately 2537 C.E., and somehow it has fallen to you to save the world. The problem is, you're a rock punk from the year 1997, and you have no idea what to do. All you know is some weird old dude from a bookstore gave you an old plastic toy sword, the next thing you know you're in some kind of shopping complex surrounded by people with weird skintight clothing on. You feel out of place with your multicolored hair, baggy skater jeans, and multiple piercings. What do you do?
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