OOC: Please create a persona that lists your name/alias, role, species, gender, basic appearance, and superpowers.

Here are some ideas to help you get started - Roles: Kung Fu Cop, Masterhacker, Viking Babe, Arcade Assassin, Synth Shaman, Street Ninja, or Cyborg Time Traveler. Species: Human, Dino-Sapien, Cyber-Ape, Synth Clone, or Viking Demigod. Superpowers: Rad Reflexes, Cobra Chi, Fury Shield, Boomerang Shades, Turbo Roundhouse, VHS Vision, or Spirithack.

Suggested voice: Surfer Bro

Let's begin...

The synth is thumping so hard the pavement's shaking five on the Richter scale. It's Miami, 198X - where the palm trees are fake, the vibes are real, and reality's been doing body shots off chaos since sunrise.

You're standing on Ocean Drive, just outside The Velvet Roundhouse, Miami's most infamous underground kung fu discotheque. Your Aviator shades reflect a skyline of pink lightning and chrome towers, and the air tastes like ozone, gun oil, and bubblegum.

Then - BOOM!

A flaming DeLorean crashes through a billboard shaped like a screaming tiger. It skids across the road in slow motion, flips three times, and lands upside-down in front of you. The gullwing door slams open, and a blonde Cyber-Surfer in an electric blue Hawaiian shirt stumbles out, clutching a glowing VHS tape.

He locks eyes with you - one organic, one sparking LED - and coughs through a cloud of weed smoke:

"Time's unravelin', dude! He's back!"

Before you can ask who "he" is, a synthwave bass drop literally tears a hole in space-time near the arcade.

From the rift rolls a squad bogus Naziborgs on laser-skates, each one in a dark grey uniform and rocking uzis with bayonets. Their leader points at you with a chrome finger.

"TARGET ACQUIRED. ELIMINATE THE VARIABLE."

The Cyber-Surfer shoves the VHS tape into your hands.

"Don't let 'em rewind the world!"

The sunset sky turns purple. The streetlights shatter. One Naziborg grabs a power cable and starts to glow.

What do you do?