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- The walls of Lincoln High bulge inwards as space folds like a compact car around a lamppost. The spacetime equivalent of a burp sends me through a tunnel of flashing lights and ominous atonal rumbling before depositing me flat on my ass
- I look around, stunned. Finely dressed men and woman, guards in shining plate, a man wearing a crown, and a man in deep blue robes holding a glowing staff in his hands and wearing a Wizards' hat on his head surround me.
- Immediately, I can tell something is wrong. Not in the sense that I’ve obviously been isekai’d far away to become a summoned hero, since I’m actually pretty excited about that. But in the sense that the man wearing the robe is actually wearing a hat repping the Washington D.C. Wizards, the NBA team. And as I look closer, the king’s crown is eerily reminiscent of the paper Burger King crowns I wore as a kid. And around me, despite the floor to ceiling tapestries and gold trim, I can still easily recognize the dated-when-it-was-built, mid 20th century architecture of my high school.
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