A Quest of Self-Mutilation

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You are the Chrono-Hobo.
We find you at this point in time to be in a dirty alleyway.
A garbage bin loiters a few feet to your right.
Your remains lie underneath its detached lid.

You might have a name, but you pretty much always go by aliases.
This could be a pretty nice time to think up a new one.
You know... Just for the fun of it.