My story begins with somehow being transported to Renaissance-era Italy. Sadly, my arrival physically injured a woman by the name of Lisa Gherardini - the subject of that painting we all know and love. By complete coincidence, the day of my arrival (and her subsequent injury) happened to be the day of Lisa's appointment with a certain Leonardo Da Vinci. Lisa and I struck a pact of sorts, and I went on my way to accomplish her request.
After a series of various trials and tribulations which I won't elaborate on, I made it back to the present day - but not without (unintentionally) changing the world as we know it.
The infamous painting hanging in the Louvre behind inches of glass no longer depicted the enigmatic smile of an Italian woman. Instead, it now held the visage of a thoroughly bewildered male of Far Eastern origin who, by some accounts, closely resembled yours truly. I'll let you figure out the rest.
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My question to all: What was the last film you watched?