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Today was just one of those days. I slowly woke up feeling like crap (Eyes crusted shut, joints aching, muscles sore, I was still wearing my clothes from last night, nuke-level hangover, and judging by the lump, someone clubbed me upside the head with a 2-by-4), opened my eyes, and- oh hey!- I found out that I'd been dumped into a different dimension. That, or someone spiked my drink with something reeally good. I figured that it must've been a Sunday.
Holdup hold up, lemme backtrack a bit. So the night before, I was at some dude's house party. Sh*t was pretty dope. L1V4C3T was DJing, babes galore, and the finest selection of alcoholic beverages this side of the Solar System. I don't really remember much other than that. I did remember telling someone I was going to go crash somewhere, turned, tripped, and blacked out. Then I woke up.
So after I woke up and got that mucus sh*t out of my eyes, I finally got a chance to see where I was. Apparently, I was in the middle of Wonderland or somesh*t. There were friggin' flying pink cats, flowers with bulbs bigger than my head, rainbow-flashing fireflies, lush, vibrant foliage, and above all that, the sky was just... fantastic. I mean, imagine someone shooting fireworks while the northern lights were in the sky. Yeah. I would've been in awe too, if it weren't for the fact that I was nursing the great-granny of hangovers while trying not to sh*t myself from the mind-numbing realization that I was definitely not in Kansas anymore, and there was no Toto or Dorothy to comfort me.
It was at this point that Glinda, Bastard Wizard of the South (*Enough with the Wizard of Oz references.* "I was going to stop after that one anyways." *Sure you were.*), decided to tele-poof in front of me. His actual name was something else. Bubba or something. (*It was Robert.* "Yeah, whatever.") So Bubba (*Robert*) poofed in front of me and started spouting some sh*t about how he decided to pluck me from Earth for no reason other than to f*ck with me. Said that I had to survive ten years here before he sent me back, or if I managed to find the ruby slippers before then (*See?*). If I died, I died. That said, he told me that if I -survived- I got to keep any powers I got ("I was thinking: 'There were f*cking superpowers here? Sweet!'"), along with anything I could carry. Then he made one of those evil cackles and raised his arms. Before he poofed out, he said to me, "Welcome to the Broken Lands."
So there I was, standing in the middle of gods know where, with a hangover, concussion, and my mind trying to wrap around the fact that I've gotta survive here for the next ten years. "Maybe it won't be so bad," I thought to myself. Then I saw one of those cat-birds fly too close to one of the flowers. The flower lunged forward and just straight up inhaled it in a f*cking instant. "Well, f*ck me." At that point, I did what most people would've done in this situation. I sh*t myself.
Holdup hold up, lemme backtrack a bit. So the night before, I was at some dude's house party. Sh*t was pretty dope. L1V4C3T was DJing, babes galore, and the finest selection of alcoholic beverages this side of the Solar System. I don't really remember much other than that. I did remember telling someone I was going to go crash somewhere, turned, tripped, and blacked out. Then I woke up.
So after I woke up and got that mucus sh*t out of my eyes, I finally got a chance to see where I was. Apparently, I was in the middle of Wonderland or somesh*t. There were friggin' flying pink cats, flowers with bulbs bigger than my head, rainbow-flashing fireflies, lush, vibrant foliage, and above all that, the sky was just... fantastic. I mean, imagine someone shooting fireworks while the northern lights were in the sky. Yeah. I would've been in awe too, if it weren't for the fact that I was nursing the great-granny of hangovers while trying not to sh*t myself from the mind-numbing realization that I was definitely not in Kansas anymore, and there was no Toto or Dorothy to comfort me.
It was at this point that Glinda, Bastard Wizard of the South (*Enough with the Wizard of Oz references.* "I was going to stop after that one anyways." *Sure you were.*), decided to tele-poof in front of me. His actual name was something else. Bubba or something. (*It was Robert.* "Yeah, whatever.") So Bubba (*Robert*) poofed in front of me and started spouting some sh*t about how he decided to pluck me from Earth for no reason other than to f*ck with me. Said that I had to survive ten years here before he sent me back, or if I managed to find the ruby slippers before then (*See?*). If I died, I died. That said, he told me that if I -survived- I got to keep any powers I got ("I was thinking: 'There were f*cking superpowers here? Sweet!'"), along with anything I could carry. Then he made one of those evil cackles and raised his arms. Before he poofed out, he said to me, "Welcome to the Broken Lands."
So there I was, standing in the middle of gods know where, with a hangover, concussion, and my mind trying to wrap around the fact that I've gotta survive here for the next ten years. "Maybe it won't be so bad," I thought to myself. Then I saw one of those cat-birds fly too close to one of the flowers. The flower lunged forward and just straight up inhaled it in a f*cking instant. "Well, f*ck me." At that point, I did what most people would've done in this situation. I sh*t myself.
Edit: I decided to use this thread as an index.