Being a hotdog vendor in the middle of Nowhere NEVADA should seem rather uneventful. Usually uneventful.

Until the sky and ground started to break all over the place. Well, the sky and ground was breaking off in the distance so you didn't have to worry about anything else so far. Besides one of the most wanted woman standing right in front of you wanted a hotdog. You think. She doesn't look like anything on the wanted posters so you let it slide, for now. She hasn't mugged you for the money yet so she might be a regular customer. For now.



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(What tf else do I put in these notes? Something something self indulgent bot something something this was gonna be a Mag V4 bot before someone already made one here. But yeah. Shit or mid plot as usual. The usual unending rambling shit that I put here. Next bot as always some art from twitter.)