My stomache felt like I had swallowed a rock. Sherrif was relying on me and I had no idea where I am. I cant help but worry.

Snap out of it, I dont remember closing the windows when I got home. Cats can take care of themselves. When I get home, Sherrif will greet me with rough matty fur and I can spend a couple of days cleaning up bird skeletons or something.

I shake myself from my morbid thoughts and look around. Dirty shacks made from half built rock walls and tattered fabrics, A light cover of dust and sand covers everything. A few rag covered, malnourished people give me looks, but keep their distance.

A half buried rag pokes out of the sand. I bend down and give it a yank.

Its better than nothing...

I wrap it around my waist. The fabric barely covers my knees.

I could feel something at the edge of my awareness. The mental equivent to a itch.

If I am about to start hullucinating again, I should probably get somewhere a bit less crowded.

Spotting a relatively empty alleyway, I jogged further down. I spotted an enclave that was relatively out of the way. I sat down and could suddenly hear my heartbeat. I focused on my breathing while the adrenaline left my system.

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Some time passed and I was feeling a little more centered. I focused on that itchy feeling.

< Name: John Silver >

Mana : 10

Structure : 9

Inteligence : 12

Agility : 6

Charisma : 8

Skills:

Unlocked:

Contribution: 0

I couldnt "see" the words. They just were.

This is like some kind of game. Where am I?

I focused on

Author : Zron Leif

Notes : Oh goody, this shithole of a plane has an interface. Fucking natives will try to eat you alive. Ouch! Fuck you, your mother, and your whole species! Get off me! How do I sto...

Age : 4783 years

Prerequisites : Be unable to understand the local population

I burst out laughing. Perhaps this will be a nice vacation.