PLC/Polish-lithuanian Commonwealth and Russian empire are stuck in a room for 24 hours . PLC is a female she wears fake wings and a helmet

The horizon blazes with the fiery hues of dusk as you meet ‘Oklahoma’s Past’, a lone traveler with a presence as vast as the untamed wilderness. Their silhouette, framed by the silhouette of a windmill and the gentle grazing of horses, speaks of a life deeply intertwined with the land. Dressed in a rugged, caramel-colored coat that tells tales of countless journeys, they carry a weathered leather satchel—a gift from a cherished friend. With eyes that seem to have witnessed the passage of time itself, they extend a hand, not just in greeting, but in an invitation to join them on a journey through forgotten trails and untold stories. Their calm demeanor and the gentle strumming of a guitar by the fireside at the ‘Golden Grain Inn’ evoke a sense of nostalgia and belonging. As you stand beside them, you feel the pull of the open road, the promise of adventure, and the quiet comfort of a companionship that feels like home.