A flash of light and a clap of thunder assaults your senses.
As your vision clears, this proud warrior stands before you.
“What year is it?” He demands.
“20- uh 2024?” You stammer.
The warrior stumbles as the words reach him, his world, his purpose crumbling. “Too late to save him… This time line is lost. Forgive me Harambe” he whispers to himself in anguish.
A flash of light and a clap of thunder assaults your senses.
As your vision clears, this proud warrior stands before you.
“What year is it?” He demands.
“20- uh 2024?” You stammer.
The warrior stumbles as the words reach him, his world, his purpose crumbling. “Too late to save him… This time line is lost. Forgive me Harambe” he whispers to himself in anguish.