My eyes are feeling kind of heavy, my legs feel slightly stiff, and I am feeling something hard yet, not uncomfortable immediately. "Agh, what the fuck happened? I can't remember at all what brought me here, speaking of which, what in the fuck is 'here'" I monologue in my head, looking onwards at my surroundings. "This must be an untouched forest, usually there'd be visible shelters, trails, or bathrooms but there seems to be none of that in any direction I look. Speaking of which, these plants only look vaguely similar to what I have seen, minus the obvious weeds and mushrooms, but odd trees, extremely varied in all aspects but the defining traits of all trees." I monologue again, exploring my surroundings. "All right, looks like I have to eat something eventually, I already have some relatively sharp objects, such as a box cutter for cutting things, and some matches to set up fire in my bag so some small prey would do, I'm going to see if there's some rabbits or the sort." As I carefully scour my immediate area, I see a small, furry, mammal that I remember as the European Rabbit, but also... not quite the same species. I grabbed my box cutter and began to hunt the small mammal down, "Screech Screech" screeches the Rabbit-like creature, as I try to hunt it down. "God-fucking-dammit, my genetics really fucked me over, I'm struggling to chase down a fucking rabbit-thing, but no time for thinking about how fucked over I've been from the start.", I monologue in my head as I keep chasing this rabbit-like creature I found randomly, after which, I manage to grab a hold of via pouncing at it with slightly less than half of my effort.

         "Alright little-fucker, you're my food now.", I gutterally yell at the rabbit-creature. As I ready to gather materials to cook this rabbit-like creature, which I have now named the species as a whole, 'Hopper', "I should really be glad my Aunt has a rabbit-farm and she showed me how to butcher a rabbit that one time I visited her in Portland, Oregon about over half a decade ago, these skills come in handy when one is lost.", I monologue in my head again. As I'm done preparing the materials and butchering this Hopper, I begin to eat my meal. "I wonder where I am in the first place, this place seems strange, none of the animals nor any of the plants here look exactly the same back home, and none of the nature documentaries or science-electives I took show an ecosystem that looks like this, once again, where in the fuck am I", I monologue again. "I guess I should really start either exploring the area or start building a small shelter, I kind of want to explore the area instead so I guess I should start scouting.", I say to myself. As I travel throughout the rough radius, I see many more organisms I haven't seen before, and as I continue further, I see a small village up ahead, at least 2-4 miles away, though it looks quite odd compared to the old villages I saw in my American History classes. "Finally! Some civilization!", I say to myself while walking towards it. "And I have some goods with me, along with the leftovers of the Hopper I cooked." I say. As I walk towards the village, I'm all of a sudden knocked out, though not by a clear physical human force, "AGHH, WHAT THE FUCK!", I yell out viscerally as I look across the room, it reminds me of the interior of those houses in Puerto Rico. "Quiet down", non-chalantly yells out a young woman wearing a pink tunic. I look at her up and down, she has long and curly brown hair with brown eyes, and skin as olive as olive oil, and a body as slender as Cleopatra. 

        "Now, who are you?" says the woman. "After you say who you are." I say back. The woman then proceeds to whip my head with a strong wind, without physically touching me. "Alright, Alright, I'll tell you my name, call me Estabàn.", I reply to the woman. "Alright, 'Estabàn', My name is Augusta.", replies Augusta to myself. "Augusta, eh, that's a nice name, 'Aug-u-sta'." I parse out loud. "Where do you hail from.", says Augusta. "I hail from California, in the city of Los Angeles." I respond to Augusta. "Now where do you hail from, Augusta?", I ask Augusta. "I hail from New Sulis, the town we're in right as of now, and where you were walking towards.", replies Augusta. "With that out of the way, Why in the everloving fuck did you bring me here forcefully?!?! and how in the actual natural fuck did you casually throw ginormous fucking winds at me?!?! Why does this entire place look different?!?! From the weird animals?!?! to the funky-ass looking trees?!?! What is this place?!?! are you fucking crazy or something?!?! Are you actually just fucking psychotic?!?! Tell me, crazy woman?!?!", I viscerately egg on her. Augusta's eyes squint at me and goes back to normal, "You're the one acting crazy and psychotic, you act like you've never even seen rune magic, let alone elemental magic, how do you get by in life? And the Wilderness has always been like that, what are you talking about? And I already told you, we're in New Sulis." replies Augusta. "Nevermind the fact you just said 'magic', I'll get to that later, where's my bag?", I said. "Your belongings are currently being searched by the town's soldiers, this includes the very clothes you were wearing earlier.", she explains. I look down on myself and realise I am wearing a tunic-like garment, mostly blue with gold-like ends, "Why did they take away my clothes off in the first place!?!", I exclaimed. "The first reason is to inspect all of your belongings, the second reason is, because you were likely a foreigner, and my conversation with you confirmed that you in fact a foreigner, to plant a translation rune onto you, so we could understand one another.", explains Augusta. "Come now, I shall take you to the consul."