I truly doubt it matters here. You are stuck here, congratulations you will not be leaving by choice, and any attempts to leave will likely result in your death. Death is admittedly quite short, and you will come back through one of the teleporters.
You are here to enter the great Pie Tournament. You must bake the best pie in existence, or else the homeworld from which you have hailed will be destroyed.
It is the year 2525, and giant bottles of Irish Cream Liquer hold the surface of the planet hostage. All life has retreated elsewhere. If we cannot create the ultimate pie, we'll all die.
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What can you tell me?
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It is the year 2525, and giant bottles of Irish Cream Liquer hold the surface of the planet hostage. All life has retreated elsewhere. If we cannot create the ultimate pie, we'll all die.
Everyone.
So man I hope you're a fuckin good baker.
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Almost my timeline. Almost.
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