Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #1

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

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but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too^[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.

ENTER THE CITY

The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.

NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
   
   
2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.

Comments

adam parrish ( the raven cycle | ota )

[aberth]

Ｂｅａｃｈ．

[ His first coherent thought, when he realises he's drowning, is that he can't feel Cabeswater. It's there and gone in a flash, a quick flicker of consciousness before panic sets in and Adam kicks up with his legs desperately. He has no idea which way is up, he can't even remember how he got here, but somehow he breaks the surface of the waves with a splash, pulling in a heaving breath. He has to blink repeatedly to get the salt water from his eyes and when he does he almost wishes he hadn't.

Everything is on fire.

Adam swears brokenly and pushes himself towards the shore, thankful that even though he never tried out for the swim team he did spend one too hot summer learning how in a shitty creek. His bones feel heavy when he stumbles onto the sand, smoke making his throat ache as he steers himself towards the nearest crashed wreckage and whoever is trying to escape. ]

Hey. [ This is not Adam Parrish's usual polished accent, instead it's sore and raw and worried and he sinks to his knees to reach for questing hands. ] I got you, come on.

Ｆｏｒｅｓｔ．

[ For all he had worried in the beginning that it would own him, Adam finds the absense of magic under his skin as terrifying as the deadness in his ear. He can't stop trying to reach for it in the very same way he'd originally felt out the skin at the side of his head, flushed hot with dread. The forest around him offers no comfort, even though he presses a hand to the bark and breathes in anyway, trying to connect. His daemon, a rough looking thing, flea-bitten and clearly a mongrel, keeps talking, rattling off information that Adam can't, or won't, hear right now.

He needs to know if he's the only one, he needs to know if the others are here. He doesn't want to be alone. He needs to survive, and it's an odd thought, because hadn't that been what he was doing all these years? Helplessly, he thinks of Ronan and Gansey and Blue, taking heavy steps towards the camp. Someone is struggling with getting a fire lit and while it isn't a skill he likes to brag about, the dead of winter can be cold in a junkyard. ]

Let me help. You have to do it like this.

Ｃｉｔｙ．

[ Adam has been arguing with his daemon for what feels like an eternity. He'd been picking his way through the vines when the ... he doesn't know what to call it yet, and thinking of it as a dog just makes him feel crazy ... had informed him they had the keys to his apartment. Adam had obviously denied that, seeing as the only home he has his name on is St. Agnes, and then after repeated protests he can feel his temper rising. ]

Listen --. I'm not from here. I don't live here. I don't have a fucking apartment.

[ Usually he's much more controlled than this.

Usually he hasn't just fallen through a portal to another world with no sight nor sound of his friends anywhere.

The daemon repeats the address and Adam runs a dirty hand through his dirty hair and sighs. ] Jesus Christ, okay, show me.

Ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ．

[ Anything goes! ]

wildcard - HOPE THIS IS OK

[helical]

[ alec is in the forest, trailed by a snow leopard who seems intent on following him while ignoring his presence. to his advantage, right now, since he doesn't want it to get in the way, and he would really rather have preferred something small and useful like maybe an actual phone shape. or a bracelet of some kind.

he's watching the perimeter here, because he adventured himself further and came face to face with a rock troll. he escaped with some scrapes and scratches, easily taken care of with an iratze, but that won't be the case for others, so he's keeping an eye out.

he nearly trips on his daemon, who blinks at him and goes on pretending that wasn't intentional while he curses under his breath.

when he looks up, he catches sight of someone walking toward the more dangerous zone. he starts to make his way to him, walking fast and calling out. ] Hey — Get back! Don't go over there.

ALREADY FULL ON DAD ALEC LIGHTWOOD.

[aberth]

[ Adam isn't really paying attention. Mostly because he's spent the last twenty minutes frantically trying to call Cabeswater to him, hands muddy and scratched from sharp bark. He knows that it's futile, he knows that it's gone, because the world is gone and yet he has to hope. Ronan had dreamt it back to life, even after everything that happened, had given Adam his power like a crown of leaves, and to lose it again, for less noble reasons than saving his king, has left a sour taste in his throat.

It's possible that he's fixating on the wrong thing, it's possible he's trying to ignore the fact that his friends could be dead.

So he doesn't hear the call, but his daemon does. The mongrel dog reaches for him, teeth in the back of his jeans and Adam trips a little and turns to ask the damn thing what it wants when he sees the man before him. The daemon repeats Alec's words and Adam blinks slowly, then looks to where he was heading. ]

Why? What's over there?

[ Adam Parrish, always refusing commands. ]

default mode

[helical]

[ oh, thanks, dog. adam doesn't look as grateful, more suspicious or curious. alec doesn't blame him. in a new world, filled with strangers, he wouldn't blindly listen to what someone asks him to do, either. adam seems smart, so alec isn't going to sugar coat it for him. ]

I don't know what they are, but they're huge, made of rocks, and want to kill you.

[ so, you know. just trying to help you out, buddy. he points in the opposite direction. ]

I'd go that way, if I were you. People are making camp. [ he's been running ahead, checking for danger, and this is one of the worst ones he's found so far. ]

[aberth]

[ That ... doesn't seem to dissuade him from being curious about the dangerous edges of the forest. In fact, he goes even more narrow eyed and thoughtful, glancing over his shoulder back towards the dark underbrush. ]

On a scale of one to ten, how malicious are they actually?

[ He knows it's not a smart idea. It's not like he'd be able to hear if he was being followed in the woods. He's tired and he's lost and he's probably not firing on all cylinders. But they'd thought Cabeswater was sinister in the beginning. He won't assume anything. ]

I know. [ About the camp. ] I was just trying to get my bearings.

[ He was just trying to commune, Alec. God, he's an angry hippy. ]

[helical]

[ alec sighs and crosses his arms. sure, he doesn't blame adam, but also, having to justify 'it's dangerous' to someone is irritating. ]

I'm trained in combat and I narrowly escaped. [ slight exaggeration. for caution. ] They're not just malicious, they're murderous. Or hungry. [ didn't stick around to find out which.

his eyes look over adam, scrawny looking, obviously not trained to fight. he looks back in the direction adam was heading, trying to spot any movement, ready to push adam out of the way if he sees anything. ]

I suggest you get your bearings elsewhere.

[aberth]

[ He turns a little, towards the deeper part of the forest. Alec's watching the undergrowth like he's expecting a fight and that fact makes Adam want to at least be situated in a way that means he can hear it coming. Christ, he misses Cabeswater like an ache.

It would have made all of this much easier. ]

I don't think something made out of rocks could be considered murderous. [ It's mild, but Adam takes a step away from certain doom anyway. ] Nature is instinctive. People are the only things that kill for the enjoyment of it.

[ His daemon follows, even though he'd rather it didn't. ] How do you know there's not someone like that in the camp?

[helical]

[ he said hungry, didn't he? besides, a big rock creature attacking him did not spell out "welcoming and friendly" to alec, and it's behavior spelled out more "dangerous and will kill you if it catches you". ]

I know what I'm talking about. [ or maybe he's completely wrong and it only wanted to play, but that doesn't make it any less dangerous. and even if adam has a point, alec has one to counter. ]

Might be. At least then there'd be a group of you against one.

[ he crosses his arms. ] I'm just telling you not to go that way if you don't want to run for your life. That's it.

[aberth]

[ Watch Adam Parrish try to adopt a troll, just watch. ]

Are you a soldier?

[ The 'trained in combat' has sent Adam on a very specific kind of thought trail. It would make sense. He's only met this man and he can see him in a stiff and unforgiving uniform, following orders. At one point in his teen years, he'd even considered the military for himself. It would have been a way to escape, an aid for education, but then he'd realised he'd have to remain cool around unending violence and the bubble had burst.

It might help to have people like that around though. ]

But you're not from here, right? You've been sent like the rest of us.

city.

[lacquers]

[ For someone who isn't very nosy, Magnus sticks his nose into things with an almost alarming regularity. As Adam walks by, he's on his way in the opposite direction, accompanied by what appears to be a monarch butterfly that's more song bird-sized than butterfly-sized.

Sorry. He can't help but overhear... ]

They seem to make excellent guides, [ Magnus offers without any introduction or ceremony. He points one scarlet-tipped finger in the direction of the creature fluttering around his head. ]

By design. [ It's a high, airy voice, the source not instantly recognizable. Magnus smiles a somewhat long-suffering smile. ] Yes, quite.

[aberth]

They're demanding.

[ It's muttered and mostly pointed towards the dog that he still has yet to name. Naming it would mean he owned it. But he looks up at the owner of the voice and then blinks. Magnus is definitely not someone you would find in Henrietta, West Virginia. Maybe a bar in some fancy city where people can afford to be glitzy. Or some book with weird love triangles maybe. He's not so educated on either thing, so it takes him a hideous second to form a reply, ears burning because he's sure that he seems impolite. ]

I wouldn't mind, but it's not helpful.

[ His attention turns to Magnus' butterfly, an impossibly beautiful thing that looks far too delicate. Once again he realises how dingy his own mongrel shaped assistant makes him feel. ]

I have people to find.

[lacquers]

[ Magnus' smile turns more sympathetic when he directs it Adam's way. If he's aware or bothered at all by being so observed, he makes no hint of it in his expression or the way he replies to Adam. ]

They're helpful in a way that's unhelpful? [ That's a little vague. Let's try again: ] They're offering something you don't need.

Let me ask you something. The people you want to find. Do you happen to have anything of theirs on you?

[ This is a completely normal thing to ask. ]

[aberth]

[ For a moment he feels an old flair of irritation at the look of sympathy before he gets a handle of it and shoves it down. Of course it's not the usual kind of pity Adam is used to, and really, he'd maybe feel the same for other people here if he weren't so caught up in worrying about his friends. ]

Yeah.

[ He scuffs his shoe through the dirt surrounding a vine and glances back at the mutt. It's now sat, slowly wagging it's tail. ]

Or it's not helping me in the way I need. It would be easier if it could tell me who else is part of this network.

[ Magnus' question makes him pause before he shakes his head. ] No, nothing. [ He doesn't even have a scrap of paper. ] Why? Would that have helped?

[lacquers]

[ Though he regrettably can't assure Adam of as much, Magnus doesn't mean to single him out for sympathy. He's feeling worried about everyone and it manifests, well, thus. They're all in the same boat to some extent. Meaning Magnus, super-wealthy and glittery and living in his Brooklyn Heights penthouse, could very well be on the same general footing as Adam, at least regarding the stability of their homes. Even if neither of them know it yet.

Well. One might suspect with Magnus, considering he's head-to-toe in designer everything. It looks weird, out here in the middle of nowhere. He is most definitely not outfitted for a trek through the woods, no sir. ]

That would be very helpful, wouldn't it? [ Magnus nods slowly. ] If we end up gathering somewhere centralized, we'll stand a better chance of finding people we know. But I was offering to track the people you're seeking with magic. Something they touched works as well, but not as well, if you catch my meaning.

[ He's not going to mention how low he is on magic at the moment. But he's still going to make the offer.

Someone whose name rhymes with Malec Flightwood-Grain would not approve. ]

[aberth]

You have magic?

[ It's out of Adam's mouth before he can stop it, the words stumbling over themselves in a rush. He'd gotten used to the idea of being normal, after Gansey and Cabeswater, after the demon and loss. And then Ronan had started to dream again, forest at the edges of the Barns and the spark back under his fingertips.

This is the second time.

He can't even comfort himself with the idea that it was for any good. ]

I mean, are you --. [ He doesn't know the vernacular. Magician is Ronan's word, Greywaren is too. ] I don't have anything. [ He's not even wearing Ronan's stolen t-shirt. ] But they'll be here.

[ And then, remembering himself. ] Are you looking for someone too?

[lacquers]

[ In answer to the question, Magnus nods again. ] I do, yes! I'm almost certain I'm not the only one, [ he adds, rather enigmatically. ]

I'm a warlock. [ There, that's helpfully unhelpful, right? Without context, Magnus has come to understand it means very little. Except in some cases, where it reminds people of tabletop gaming. Please envision a long-suffering kind of look here.

He's not making that face now though. Now, he looks pretty sympathetic. Missing friends and family are a little more serious than making D&D references. ] I very much hope you find them as soon as possible.

As for me, well, let me think. There are a few of my friends from home I'd like to see arrive here safely. And friends from a few other worlds, too.

[ He doesn't elaborate there either, or not yet. Frustrating guy. ] And I'll be keeping an eye out for my husband's family. [ How should he describe them? 'If you see anyone who looks like they're heavily tattooed with symbols in a strange, alien language, report back to me?' ] They're my family too, after all, [ and that probably makes some of them fume, doesn't it ] and I'm very fond of a few of them!

[aberth]

[ Warlock isn't really the kind of vernacular Adam's heard beyond certain nerdy clubs in school. But it's something, anyway. ]

Oh.

[ He thinks, stupidly, of every time Ronan's called him a magician, how impotent that all is here. He wishes he could do something. He wishes he could get this man to do something.

But Adam knows there's no way any of them could comprehend what's happened. D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. seems pretty legitimate. ] Your husband? [ It's, strangely enough, a relief to have someone who likes another man here. Adam's not exactly down with the LGBT but who knows, on strange otherworldly planets. An alliance might be useful. ]

What does he look like? Maybe I've seen him.

Forest

[amplifyings]

[ Blue's gone camping a good handful of times in her life, but none of those times have ever required her to build a fire from scratch -- usually there are logs of wood specifically for the task, some kind of lighter fluid, or at least matches -- and everything that she knows about starting a fire from nothing comes from either cartoons or various documentary series' she's seen on the Discovery Channel.

Not exactly much help. Everything looks easier on TV.

Her daemon wasn't much help either -- the knee-high tree creature currently sitting a few feet away from Blue, looking defeated even without any actual facial features expressing so. Its leaves are frumpy, and the few tiny branches that stick out all point downward. -- it wanes between being extremely helpful and spewing out more information that Blue needs, to completely useless and giving Blue either nonsense responses or none at all. That leaves her hunched over trying to start a fire all on her own..... and failing miserably. ]

Ugh [ She groans heavily. ] This is going to take forever.

[ Then she hears a voice. A voice that she would have recognized anywhere. A voice so deeply etched in her mind that she's not sure she would have ever forgotten it. Her head snaps up and she nearly topples over trying to turn around to get a good look at him. ]

Adam? [ She's not hallucinating right? Maybe those berries weren't really so safe, after all. ]

[aberth]

[ He's midway through an explanation when he hears his name being called. Something complicated happens in the cavern of his chest, a frantic squeeze that sets his pulse racing. Adam barely mumbles his apologies to the person he'd been speaking to before he's abandoning his demonstration to rise and search for her in the crowd of refuges.

He lets out a breath when their gaze locks, relief flitting over the exhaustion and fear. Adam doesn't think, he just strides over to her, ignoring everything else.

He's not alone. ]

Blue. Jesus. [ His hands hover when he reaches her, like he'd like to touch her to confirm she's real, or hug her because she's alive. ] Are you okay? Are you --? Christ, I thought I was the only one.

[ But maybe that was a silly thought, considering how intertwined they all are. ]

[amplifyings]

[ Blue practically scrambles to her feet, her daemon doing the same in a show of surprise at the girl's sudden movement -- even if it had been banished to what was ultimately time out, there was still concern for exactly what had Blue so frantic -- and it's a miracle she doesn't stumble over her own feet with how quickly she's trying to get to Adam as well.

She doesn't need any confirmation that he's not a hallucination. The way that her heart clenches and then swells at both the sight of the boy and the sound of his voice is enough to convince Blue that this is Adam. He's here. Where ever it is that they are, he's there too and things seem just the tiniest bit less crushing.

The kinds of things that they've all already went through together would have been infinitely harder had they each tried to do them alone. They were intertwined, connected, tied to one another, and -- dare she go as far as to say it? (It seemed true, after all.) -- fated to all meet.

The moment she's close enough, Blue's throwing both of her arms around Adam in what is probably the most relieved hug Ever. She didn't know what had happened, she had assumed the worst, and now realizing that that wasn't the case was almost too overwhelming. ]

Adam. [ She says again, this time like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders as she finally drops her arms from around him, taking a half step back to look him over. Making sure he actually is okay.

His words are slightly disheartening, though. ]

You haven't found anyone else?

[aberth]

[ She makes the decision for the both of them by throwing her arms around him. His response is instinctive, holding her as tightly as he can without being afraid of hurting her. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just squeezes his eyes closed, her hair brushing his cheek. It instantly becomes easier to breathe, part of the rock of worry that's been sitting heavy in his stomach loosening and coming free. She's here, she made it. It makes him wildly hopeful for a moment. Now there are two of them, it feels more solid. It wouldn't be right to split the group like this.

( And they're survivors, he knows that. Of course they'll have made it. ) ]

I'm fine.

[ Apart from feeling dirty and tired, he really is. He got off easy. ] Are you? A lot of people crashed, it was --. [ A mess. If he closes his eyes all he can see is licking flame and rising smoke. ] But you're okay? [ He needs confirmation, he needs to be there for her if Gansey can't. ]

No, it's just been me. But if they're here we'll find us.

[ He looks away from her once to glance around the forest, noting the strange faces grouping around the trees. ] They'll be here. Somewhere.

[amplifyings]

[ Blue nods her head. ] I'm okay.

[ A few smudges of dirt on her face, her hair a little oilier than usual from being unwashed, the edges of her clothes frayed and torn -- though, knowing Blue, that could have very well been something she'd done on purpose.

Distressed, she called it. (Ironic now, isn't it?) ]

I was in the water, [ Her stomach lurches at the memory, that sick feeling washing over her again as she's briefly transported back. The smell of saltwater and death filling her nose, the feel of waterlogged, ice cold skin underneath her fingertips-- Blue gives her head a slight shake, bringing herself back to reality. ] but I made it out okay. I'm fine.

[ Adam's answer is hopeful and Blue wants to believe it -- they're all too tied to one another, it seemed almost impossible that they all wouldn't be here. Blue still feels like something is missing inside of her, but it doesn't feel like it's gone. Just temporarily misplaced, waiting for her to find it.

Maybe that feeling is stronger in Adam, maybe that's why he can be so hopeful. ] You think they ended up here too?

[ Or maybe being hopeful was better than thinking of the alternative: if they weren't here, they were gone. ]

idk if you want to keep this going now we're retconning but i thought i'd reply anyway aha

[aberth]

[ He'd never had a thing about large bodies of water before, but now he's reconsidering. When she says how she found herself here, he frowns a little, because he knows what that means and he too can't forget the feeling it brought upon him, the crushing cold of the water, his body unwilling to cooperate, the certainty that he was going to drown. But he knows that neither of them would want to dwell, even if they had time for it, so he lets it go. ]

Okay, good.

[ Adam is not an optimist, is the thing. Instinctively, he's always been waiting for something bad to happen, be it a punch or mystical entity destroying life itself. But there's a willful thing resting inside of him and he can't bring the words to the surface. If it's true, if they're dead, then the little good he's managed to claw back from life will be gone. If they aren't here, he doesn't know if he wants to survive it, if this won't be the final thing that's going to ruin him.

He can't let his thoughts follow that thread. ]

I don't think Gansey would miss the opportunity to explore a brave new world, do you?

[ It's helpless, and a little bit too fanciful but maybe they both need that to keep going. ]

eh why the heck not?! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[amplifyings]

[ The mention of Gansey brings a grin to her lips -- her final memories of the boy aren't the greatest, the short time that the entire world had been coming undone before Blue's eyes had felt like a literal nightmare, and while she had tried to keep a hold on him, to cling to him like he was her life force and to pull him through to this place with her, she'd found herself here alone.

Well, not alone. The beach had been full of people, but not a single one had been him.

Her emotions wax and wane quickly -- from hopeful to hopeless, from happiness to despair, from relief to anxiety. -- but rather than let the heavier ones consume her, she focuses on Adam's words. Fanciful as they might be, there's something reassuring in his tone. Or maybe Blue's searching for it and latching on to even the tiniest bit of hope. Sensibilities, be damned! ]

You're right. [ She sighs, giving a firm nod that's more for herself than in response to Adam. ] He's probably out there making maps and taking detailed notes on everything.

[aberth]

Right? And when he finds us he'll probably end up lecturing us that we've been here long enough to make notes of our own.

[ Before he'd found her, Adam had mostly been moving along on pure adrenaline. Now he has someone he knows, someone he can trust, someone who might need him, the main ambition is to keep busy. ]

I tried going out of the forest. Or at least whatever way I thought was out. But this guy stopped me. He said there were - rock trolls, I guess? Or something like that. They haven't come to the camp, but they don't like you stepping in their territory either.

[ What is it with crazy woods and things wanting to kill them? ]

Have you seen anything?