You and your friends are hanging out at an old, abandoned lot near the condos when you hear a strange rattling noise. The wind tears around you, nearly blowing you all off your feet. Then, all of a sudden, a huge machine, all brass gears and steam and pipes appears. When you get a better look at it, it looks almost like a sleigh. There is a large boiler placed on the back, with pipes leading off it, gears grinding strenuously. The front has a large bench, with accents of ivory, and two strange looking levers at the front, along with several dials and buttons and switches on a panel in front of the seat, with a bar for holding onto just below. And two hands grasp firmly onto it. He was a wild man, long hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, a torn white shirt that was covered in dirt and blood, one of the sleeves ripped clean off. He was barefoot, with trousers torn at the knees, and some of the filthiest feet you had ever seen. Silver leaves were stuck in his long, wild hair, and questioning blue eyes look up at you and your friends. The man then slumps forward in his seat, unconscious. He looks like he had been running a triathlon, but with no breaks to rest. And he emanated an aura of fear. Like something was coming. Something big.
Based off The Time Machine by HG Wells. You and your friends find a mysterious stranger, and he warns you of a danger to come, something unbelievable, but all too true.
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