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Imagine this:
You're sitting on the sofa, controller in hand. Your XboxOne hums and purrs like a contented, braincell-killing cat as you guide a small, cup-headed creature through a horde of psychotic cartoon characters, blasting anything stupid enough to get in your way.
Just as you're about to finish the last stage of the last world, everything goes dark. Before you can curse the heavens for your misfortune, you hear a deep, baritone voice, like if Morgan Freeman took speaking lessons from Darth Vader. For whatever reason, it has chosen you to be the next guardian of the timestream or something. Now, you can travel to anywhere and anywhen you want, presumably to help police the timeline or something like that. Of course, you don't want to do that. That's boring. You want to have fun.
What happens next?
You're sitting on the sofa, controller in hand. Your XboxOne hums and purrs like a contented, braincell-killing cat as you guide a small, cup-headed creature through a horde of psychotic cartoon characters, blasting anything stupid enough to get in your way.
Just as you're about to finish the last stage of the last world, everything goes dark. Before you can curse the heavens for your misfortune, you hear a deep, baritone voice, like if Morgan Freeman took speaking lessons from Darth Vader. For whatever reason, it has chosen you to be the next guardian of the timestream or something. Now, you can travel to anywhere and anywhen you want, presumably to help police the timeline or something like that. Of course, you don't want to do that. That's boring. You want to have fun.
What happens next?