WHAT.

I awoken in the forest, my head a glimmer of fog from before I had lost consciousness. 

Immediately I was created at the site of what appeared to be woods surrounding me on all side, yet my vision alluded me as if my eyes and mind were not communicating properly.

Before I had time to address this a large animal almost as if a large polar bear began mauling me, thankfully I had a sword in...no.

My right arm WAS A SWORD! Attached at the joint of my shoulder wasy trust sword tip extending down to the hilt settling at my waist. 

Filled with vigor I swung my right arm high into the air and down at the polar bear! Thinking the wooden hilt into its head... Slightly confused it continued to maul me to death! 

It a moment of quick thinking I dodged about the trees in what I believed to me to the east and wrapped around losing sight of the polar bear before making my west. 

It was here where I found the cave entrance...the ground was covered in mud and a cold chill was all I felt as I drove my self further and further.

Hunger and thirst set in and my vision appeared to blur more till the cold damp cave walls gave way to what appeared to be a castle...yet everything bled on as my sanity of where I was crept away from me. 

For what felt like the first time in days I heard the voice of another calling out about his wares. In front of me stood a man with four weapons on the ground calling to all that would listen on their value.

I begged the man for food and water and any insight but he pleaded "I sell swords not sympathy!" So I continued among the maze of corridors.

Soon I found a room with a large stage as I crept in looking around the staleness of the atmosphere permeating through my ears frightening my soul. Feeling eyes boring into me I looked back to see a man now upon the stage.

He wore a large brimmed hat and plan grey clothes and in his left hand a microphone...yet he never spoken a single word. Just stared with an awkward smile looking above me...in fear I darted back into the corridors. 

Hoping for an escape, or sign, or anything of this nightmare if a word threatening to sap my last bit of life. I soon came across a room full of green racks as I sprinted and sprinted till I finally hit a large room

...

A single table span the length of the room, my eyes grew weary, my hurt trepidatious, my stomach forlorn its previous shape.

I lay at the end of the table and closed my eyes, hoping the next time I opened them would be a more peaceful sight than the polar bears that cursed the demise of this life.