Lance had been lounging in a cafe by the beach at the residential side of Oomuri Island. He had been awake for an hour. A coffee cup and a stale, half-eaten bagel were sitting on the table in front of him. Sitting on the window was a radio. The news was on.

Lance arrived on Oomuri Island about a week ago. He stayed at a cheap hotel. He had arrived by boat, sitting on his motorcycle a majority of the ride there, getting off only brood in the moonlight and to get a bite to eat; more of the former than the latter. It wasn't long after Lance arrived that a mysterious man handed him a set of bingo cards. Needless to say, he had contemplated throwing them away, though a voice in his head had kept him from doing so.

Mid-bite, before finishing his bagel, there was a vibrating sensation in his pants. For a moment, he could have sworn it was his phone. Reaching into his pocket, it was a bingo card, the back side glowing brightly. Lance put down his breakfast and headed in the direction it seemed the card was taking him.

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After some walking, Lance arrived at quarry. Before him, strange men apparently made of paper. He stared curiously at the seen before him, then looked at the bingo card.

"Hm." a belt materialized at his waist. It had a silvery strap with a black wheel at the center filled with white bingo balls. At Lance's left side, there was a black, plastic box filled with what appeared to be bingo cards. Behind the bingo wheel was a slot just big enough to fit a single bingo card. Lance nodded. "Transform" he said, placing the bingo card into his belt.

"D-R-I-F-T! DARING! RIGHTEOUS! INTIMIDATING! FLASHING TRUTH! D-D-D-DRIFT!" a voice declared. Lance became enveloped in a bright, white light.