There's a hole. It opened up in the middle of sun-bleached asphalt road, along a long forgotten highway, and no one knows how deep it goes. Its walls are not made of dirt, like one would expect, no, they are smooth, hard, and clear. Glass, some say. It is dark inside, but something glints off of the glass walls deep within, and sometimes, on a dark enough night, the hole emits a low groan that can be felt for miles. What does it mean? It told me you'd know.

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟ

Indeed I Do, Comrade!

Nice save, only a couple of months off. But i knwo you were just building suspence ;)

AHA. You /were/ able to play brink.

Austin Power! Pass It On.