“Damn,” he groaned, moving his hand to the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t even drink that much, how am I hungover?”
He slowly opened his eyes. He found himself in a crater. Looking around even more he realized he was in the epicenter.
“Well shit, I knew I was heavy but not that heavy,” he commented to himself.
Crawling out of the pit he found himself. He missed one crucial detail that he was forced to face on his way back down when he slipped. He wasn’t wearing clothes.
The sandpaper feeling going up his body as he slid down the slope on his front, especially in one certain region.
“In times like these is when I wish I didn’t have nerve endings,” he mumbled to himself.
Looking down at his unfortunately naked body. He had some slight friction burns on one knee, inside the other knee. All were superficial and barely bled. It was the sting that the fresh air caused that hurt the worst.
He gathered himself up again and this time made it to the top.
What was worrying wasn’t the fact he was standing in a field in the middle of nowhere. It was the tablet sized screen in front of his face.
Strange Lands
You have found yourself in an unfamiliar land. Find resources to survive and obtain allies
- Find resources (0/3)
- Find Allies (0/1)
“Yeah no shit Sherlock,” Logan agitatedly muttered to himself.
It took him a second to realize why he was annoyed. The tablet sized screen staring back at him.
“Okay,” he again said to himself. “Joining the marines was a blow to my sanity, but now I know I am crazy.”
Character Description
[Name] McCarthy, Logan
[Race] Human [neutral variant]
[Class] Middle
[Profession] None
Logan rolled his eyes. “Great, now I am a D&D character.”
The new screen looked like a character screen that occasionally popped up on random social media feeds. He didn’t see anything relating to physical stats that he could recognize. Actually, he didn’t see any stats at all, other than his name and a few others that he didn’t really know why they were there.
He tried to scroll the screen but nothing happened. He didn’t see anything that looked like he had a level of some kind. Then, the fact that he was acting like what he was seeing was normal.
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“Okay,” Logan said with a sigh. “When I get to a town with a clinic I am getting my head checked.”
He looked down. “First, I need clothes.”
…
Hours after Logan started wandering around in the woods where he found himself. He argued with himself on what to eat. He felt like he knew, but it wasn’t good for the plants he recognized, or at least if they were what he thought they were.
“Al’ight, I’m just gonna avoid that patch right there.” he commented to himself, as he sidestepped a patch of leaves that looked suspiciously like poison sumac.
As a kid every year, he would get one of the poison trio: ivy, sumac, or oak. Growing up in the boonies or the middle of nowhere parents typically had to entertain themselves. Fortunately, he didn’t have too many hospital visits as a kid and teenager. Unfortunately for the sanity of his parents and the parents of friends, he needed hospital visits. A few times he had gotten poison ivy on his hands and that was not pleasant. Given his situation at this time he knew that wouldn’t be pleasant.
He kept moving, giving himself distance from the patch of oily leaves.
“Been there, done that too many times,” he commented with a chuckle of fond memories.
He examined his surroundings as he moved. The colors on the leaves looked brighter. Air was cleaner. It all felt real and not real at the same time. Logan tried different ways to keep his sanity.
Though for the most part he was relatively sane. Sanity was relative. For all he knew this was what crazy felt like and he had already had a mental break.
“In the merry month of may,” he started to sing.
For some reason shanties had started to become popular and he had a few in his living rent free. For now, they helped ease the anxiety.
“This is going to take forever,” Logan believed, before starting on another earworm.
Logan decided to take a risk with the vegetation.
Looking at a random bush. The berries that clung to the branch looked like raspberries. The leaves looked too oily for a cluster of berries.
Taking one off the bountiful berries.
Haldi Berry
[Crafting Material: Potion/ Cooking]
A berry used in the crafting specialties Such as the making of potions and poisons.
“Poisons,” Logan read aloud. “Yeah, I probably shouldn't eat this.”
He looked down at the berry. “Ah fuck it,” he said. “Down the hatch,”
He tossed the berry.
For the briefest moment he felt energized like he had way too much coffee. To hear him describe it he would probably say he could hear colors and taste sound. His skin tingled as he was a kid who had way too much sugar. Though he could not see his own eyes he could feel like they had become the size of pinholes.
“Holy shit, I feel like I’m…” he started, before he keeled over and started profusely vomiting, bringing him to his knees.
Looking up was a bad idea as he got a bout of vertigo making the world spin. He now felt drunk, not the good kind of buzzed where he liked to stay. It was the shitfaced kind of drunk that would lead him to the amount of debauchery that would have him hungover for a day or two after he got his wits and mind unaddled.
“Fuck, this is gonna suck,” he said, slurring his words.
Not long after he fell over and passed out where he lay.
…
Logan woke up with a pounding headache. Like someone was trying to carve out the front and top part of his head out from the inside.
“Ah, okay don’t eat the raspberries,” he said, holding his head, looking at the bush from which he picked the berries. “Yup, don’t eat the berries.” he affirmed to himself.
Getting up from the bush; he walked in a different direction.
Looking at his surroundings he looked for signs of edible plants. Although the poisonous look to the plants makes Logan hesitate. The poisonous plants that he knew of had oiled leaves or sickly patches. Unfortunately, all the plants that he could see had markings of being deadly to a point.
“Okay, plants are probably not the best idea,” Logan commented, looking at another bush with patches of malevolent purple blotches. “I will need to trap animals then.”