The moment you confirm your choice, you’re yanked from the safety of your System cocoon and sent hurling through the void. You’re surprised, but before you can start to feel terror, it’s already over, and you’re --

Somewhere.

This is somewhere!

You sink to your knees, not by any conscious choice, but because your legs have spontaneously stopped working.

You have legs!! And a ground for them to sink into, a wonderful, dirty, earthy ground.

Elated, you lift your face towards a sky roiling with angry black clouds, and it might just be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. As big, glorious drops of rain fall on your face, hit your forehead and your chin and your lashes and roll down your cheeks, you laugh. Your tattered pants and threadbare shirt is soaked in mere seconds. Which of course means -- you have a shirt! And oh thank God, you have pants!

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This feels like it might be the best day of your life. Well, lives.

You get to your feet, a little shakily at first, but your legs carry you. You're not wearing any shoes, but that does nothing to dampen your spirits. You are; everything else is a bonus.

Around you is a field, as ordinary as any field. You don’t know too much about agriculture, but there are bushy leaves sticking out of the ground, clustered along orderly rows. Salads, maybe? Or potatoes?

You crouch next to one and brush the leaves aside, but the brownish bulge that becomes visible could be anything. To you at least. You grab the leaves and pull.

Nothing happens.

You pull harder.

Nothing.

You grab the stems of the shrubby greenery with both hands, digging your heels into the earth next to the reticent vegetable and lean back, arching your back as you pull with all your strength.

Just a bit more – a bit more – you almost have it –

Your hands slip on the slick stem, and you land flat on your back on the soggy, swampy ground with a great big splash. Dirt splashes onto your face and into your mouth.

“Great,” you sputter. “Defeated by a turnip on my first day.”