"Fuck it, I'm in! Whatever the hell this is has to be better than standing around a hot gas station all day." you say excitedly, worried that you might soon come to regret your words, but too jaded with shitty working conditions to care. The odd cherry man tosses you a large device that looks like some sort of red organic cell phone. "That's the cherry transporter, it will help you save my world and stay in contact with me!" he explains as you look over the weird contraption. "Good luck my dear!"
You are about to ask some questions when a bright red light flashes and transports you into a swirling red vortex. You'd scream in fear if not for the intense emotional shock you just suffered from being spun through dimensions like a piece of flushed toilet paper. After a few seconds of having your body twisted like a pretzel a white light flashes up ahead and you find yourself falling towards a large red ocean.
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