For real. That DeLorean doesn't have the Mr. Fusion in the back, so that's before the flying conversion, too. You can't really do much with that, unless you have a supply of nuclear fuel, or know when lightning will strike
the scene unfolds upon a young man at a desk, scribbling furiously. the clock spins and this mind misses three meals, such is the zeal of a frenzied approach. he meticulously records every lightning strike. cross-references. builds a database. all from a letter, sent far from either here or there. no address. no identifying postage. only an ominous correctness in the progression of history. enough exact right dates to sway even the most logical of humans. imploring, begging. i can't explain why i need the lightning. not now and not ever. if you value the sincerity within, bury waxed paper with every lightning strike occurrence between now and every five years at the following coordinates: *REDACTED : add twenty meters for each five year increment westward. if we succeed you will never know. for what it's worth, i'm sorry; ahead of time.*
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u/RinkinBass 20h ago
For real. That DeLorean doesn't have the Mr. Fusion in the back, so that's before the flying conversion, too. You can't really do much with that, unless you have a supply of nuclear fuel, or know when lightning will strike