Sep 7, 2016
> You spent a while trekking around the odd forest you found yourself in, quickly realizing wherever you were had some sort of bizarre warping properties, as indicated by when you decided you weren’t getting anywhere useful and turned around to head back, you found yourself back where you started much quicker than you should have.
Frustrated, you grab a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and storm out to an open looking area. You’d rather not spend too much time cooped up in that weird-ass place.
You tentatively sit on the ground, irritated you’re probably getting grass and god only knows what else all over your clothes, but you deal with it as best you can, downing your drink, completely oblivious to your company.