- >You are Anonymous.
- >You are on your mountain bike.
- >Pendulum is blasting in your ear as you speed along the dirt trail of your local park.
- >Gotta go fast.
- >You're going so fast that you did not notice you weren't speeding through the park anymore.
- >You did notice the dirt trail disappearing, though.
- >You glance down to find your tires tearing through foliage.
- >You look back up to find a large tree in your way.
- >Obstruction ahead, evasive maneuvers.
- >You lower yourself and bank right.
- >You miss the first tree, and you bank left to avoid the second.
- >Then your front tire slams into a protruding root.
- >You fly over the handlebars.
- >As you're launched forward you get the first chance to think about the situation.
- >Naturally it's: What the fuck?
- >Roll 1d20
- >15
- >You hit the dew-covered ground and slide several yards on your stomach.
- >With the ground wet and covered in some sorta moss, none of your clothes tear.
- >But you do receive a nasty bump to the chin.
- >You lay there for a few seconds to collect your thoughts.
- >Pendulum is still blasting in your ear.
- >You're feeling a headache coming on, so you pull the headbuds out to think clearly.
- >You don't remember your park having massive and extremely old-looking trees.
- >When you roll over and sit up you find out that the rest of the vegetation looks alien to you as well.
- >Different plants, different trees, even a different smell.
- >Something tells you you're not in flat, suburban Ohio anymore.
- > You confirm it when you spot a mountain through an opening in the canopy:
- >You've somehow teleported into a fantasy realm.
- >Well, maybe not fantasy, but you've never heard of a mountain peek forming perfect isosceles triangles.
- >Don't panic, you've thought of scenarios like this before.
- >It's not like all of those CYOU threads on /tg/ were just for fun.
- >You went through those like a genestealer through termies.
- >First step: inventory check.
- >Exercise clothes: 1 sleeveless light blue shirt, 1 pair of black nylon running shorts, and Adidas running shoes and socks.
- >No protection whatsoever, but your agility and speed won't be hindered.
- >Next: Cheep plastic sunglasses that float.
- >Tech: A 1440 sports watch that reads 3:48 pm and an iPod mini.
- >You decide to reset and start the stopwatch to record how long you have been here.
- >Pendulum's still playing, obviously it's working.
- >That's a plus.
- >You imagine the look on a peasant's face when he hears Hell March.
- >But you still have yet to determine where and when you are.
- >"For all you know, you're in another state."
- >Thanks, logic, that still doesn't explain me...teleporting here.
- >"I have no clue, so for now let's just roll with it."
- >Roll with it.
- >Yeah, I can do that.
- >You stand up and walk over to your bike: a sturdy Diamondback with a silver frame.
- >It looks okay, and after some testing you believe the chain is fine as well.
- >In the bike's holder is a nearly full water bottle.
- >The water inside is warm, but it's clean and will keep you alive a little while longer.
- >Hopefully you'll find a river before it runs out.
- >...
- >Well, looks like you're starting a new life here.
- >That's means no more bending to the previous society's vitriolic will.
- >You're a truly free man now.
- >At least until you find civilization again.
- >But you have your music, your bike, and an entire new world to explore.
- >The chance to explore with nothing holding you back makes you slightly giddy.
- >You know there will be hardships, but you'll face them when you need to.
- >Like what your logic said: "Roll with it."
- >You are Anonymous, and you grin before heading towards the mountain.
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