>>5322533Imaginary wind rushes through your hair and face, and with no ending in sight you spend so much time in the air that you don’t expect to land.
Your body hits a springy, prickly ground that bounces up and down a bit when you finally make impact. Though it doesn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would, the force from it still ends up knocking the wind out of you.
Nonetheless, you don’t even have to look down to know you’re in your fish form– you can feel it across your whole body.
Why that is, you don’t know; but you don’t particularly care in light of the situation, because this whole situation screams <span class="mu-i">mutant.</span>
Sitting up to take a look at the odd-feeling ground, you find that the surface beneath you is a colorful tangle of wires like the kind you used for high school science projects. The way they’re woven together reminds you of fabric upon a loom, and, every so often, you see bits of metal and odd, looking devices poking out of it, which– again– also are vaguely reminiscent of your days back in high school.
<span class="mu-i">Just… what the flying hell?</span> For the moment, that's your most intelligent thought.
Because, as far as you can see, there's no ending in sight.
>Wat do? >Shout something into this shithole, loudly! >Get up and take a look around; there’s always gotta be a way out of these trippy mazes– like in Matt’s TV shows!>Try to wake up! (Requires roll. Very high DC.)>Write-in>(2/2) 