INTRO.

[ultrapenumbramods]

You wake up feeling like you’ve had a rough night’s sleep… maybe a bit jet-lagged, if you’re familiar with the feeling, or perhaps like you, uh, had a little too much to drink last night. Either way, you’re probably not expecting to wake up in a forest clearing, so that might be even more disorienting. It’s not an unpleasant place to wake up, mind. It’s sunny, and there’s a pleasantly cool breeze blowing through. The grass isn’t tall enough that you could get lost in it or that someone could be hiding in it… or something.

There are, in fact, a lot of somethings surrounding you--a veritable menagerie of creatures, some of them adorable, and some of them intimidating… but they seem to be as disoriented as you are. And then, well… you realize something’s a little off about yourself. There’s no pond to look at your new appearance, but… maybe the ground’s a little closer. Maybe you don’t actually have arms and legs at the moment. Maybe you don’t have eyes anymore?

Regardless, something’s definitely up. Fortunately, there’s a path leading out of the clearing, so once you get your bearings and speak with some of the other weird critters you’ve woken up with, you can find… somewhere you can get answers. Well, hopefully, anyway.

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[makehistoria]

[Well okay now Stocke's jealous. Not only is he a bug thing, he's a SLOW bug thing. Who came up with this??]

...we go find whatever performed this magic.

[In theory.]

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[an asshole really mean jerk rather unpleasant person, that's who.]

You think we can make them turn us back? When we're like this?

[makehistoria]

They did it in one direction. [So... hopefully?]

[They better be able do it in the other.]

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

That doesn't mean they'd be willing to turn us back, though...

[He doesn't want to voice the option of not being able to turn back at all.]

[makehistoria]

They will be.

[....ah. His voice didn't change at all, so it'd be just as easy to interpret this as optimism, but...]