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Without further ado, I begin my tale.

I fell in the streets of a nostalgic-looking town. The portal ripped off my shirt, and there was only an hour until sunrise. So I ran around until I found a shop. The Durem Depot
"Hey, welcome. YOU look like you went through #311 to get here." She looked at the tattoo on my belly. "That's a sic tat! Did Devon give that one to ya?"
"No human did this to me. I know that much... Why are you open so late in the night?"
"I'm an NPC. We never sleep. Some guy might ask a friend to watch a movie at 4:30, so [NPC] Moira has to give them a message. You know how it goes, right?"
"Is NPC supposed to be code for some military action?"
"Wow, man. You're an l_ll33r l/l00l3. Why don't you buy a shirt and forget your troubles?"
"Sure. I'll have that flame shirt."
"A'ight. One-twenty-five." I put the coins on the counter, she handed me the shirt. I put on the shirt, and looked at her. "What, want matching pants?"
"Actually, I was wondering if we could meet again sometime."