It cannot be...
You take a step back, shaking your head and clutching your antlers. "No! No!
Who are you?! What is this? WHERE AM I?!"
You look around you, at the lush, demi-tropical jungle that smells of fruit and recent rain. Tall tan trees reach up toward the sky with frayed leaves that tinge the sunlight green. Madness has descended upon you, it seems, and reality has crumbled.
"I won't surrender my free will! I *won't!* Please! What's going on?"
But the voice is silent. You are alone in the jungle, isolated, with no clues as to what you are supposed to do. Your life has lost all meaning and purpose. What is someone supposed to do?
For the first few moments, you simply stand helplessly in the green-smelling air. Finally, through the brush, sounding as if it's originating from some hundred feet away, there's the sound of a struggle.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 03 June 2007