You wake up dizzy and fuzzy. You aren't sure where you are or how you got there. You try feebly to regain your bearings but it takes a few minutes. You're hungry and your joints ache like you just ran a marathon. You seem to be moving.
You're in a boat, you conclude this from the fact that you're moving and seem to be in a wooden vessel.
The first thing that strikes you as apparent is the overpowering smell of feces. You would have suspected that you were in a sewer if not for the fact that you could also smell open air. You also seem to be outside, you conclude as you begin to regain your full vision.
Your stomach growls at you and you try to figure a way out of your situation.
Indeed. You are flowing down a river, or possibly a creek of some kind.
You wonder, "How in the fuck did I get here?"
You formulate a plan. Your job is to put fires out anyway, then you come home to more fire to put out so you're used to forming plans quickly.
You realize you need to bank the boat and begin to search fervently for a paddle or some kind of apparatus to direct the boat to the side of the expansive, but for some reason thick, waterway.
You seem to be fucked.
WishIStartedSooner realizes he took .00000001 g of phenazepam.
