Your pastime as of late has been, to put it quite bluntly, teleporting to random places. How do you do it? Who knows. This is not really important right now. Why do you do it? Boredom, mostly. You always end up in an interesting place, so boredom's at an all-time low level in your life right now. But it's been on the rise for the past few days, which is why after saying goodbye to the people you met in your last teleport, you channel the narrative significance and do it again! Onward to new land.
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Oh man. You really fuckin' nailed the teleportation this time around. Look around you. You're in a green hive, there's pizza boxes and children's toys everywhere, paper LITTERS the very ground you are currently sitting on, and your teleport seems to have knocked over a cup of instant ramen. Thankfully, it seems to be empty. Who lives in a dump like this?
Probably that gold-blooded, bespectacled troll that's staring at you right at you, perturbed.
<font color=B29E32> Jentha: "w who the hell are y y you"</font>
