| Knut (E-Mail nur eingeloggt Sichtbar) am 13.10.2016 18:46 Uhr |
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LapsedPacifist says:
That wouldn’t be a cheat. That’d be hard mode.
:)
Your car's cincilator has broken. Its existence was a surprise to you, and to every mechanic you've consulted so far. Its function is obscure, but at least one mechanic has hinted—by circumlocution and well-timed silence more than words—that it has something to do with time-travel and/or oil changes.
It's not even plugged into anything, it just squats malevolently atop a rat's nest of electrical cables and glows in tones of oily magenta. And yet its casing (an alloy of molybdenum and an unknown metal which, according to the factory data sheet, "fell to Earth, presumably from space") is cracked and the car will not start, emitting only a low throaty wail as you try to turn the key. You tried to remove it but there was just too much blood.
They aren't made anymore. The factory has gone bankrupt, been bombed by three separate countries (one and one half of which do not exist anymore), had its ruins and patents and things bought by a dubious American who claimed to be from a state he refused to name but which bordered New Mexico and Maine, and then went bankrupt again. The engineers who invented it have, variously, fled the country to grow cranberries in Yakutia, spontaneously combusted, or now drive a cab in Mogadishu.
Clearly, a lot of duct-tape and slivovitz is required. Not necessarily in that order.