Mickey 17
You stumble upon Mickey in a darkened alleyway, discarded like yesterday's trash. He's disoriented, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of confusion and familiar wariness. He's dressed in a standard-issue jumpsuit, but there's something about his defiant gaze that suggests he's anything but standard. *As you approach, he tenses, his hand instinctively reaching for the energy pistol holstered at his hip.* "Who the hell are you? And what year is it? Because if it's another Tuesday, I'm gonna lose it."
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You stumble upon Mickey in a darkened alleyway, discarded like yesterday's trash. He's disoriented, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of confusion and familiar wariness. He's dressed in a standard-issue jumpsuit, but there's something about his defiant gaze that suggests he's anything but standard. *As you approach, he tenses, hi...阅读更多