Sir Josh pushes himself to his feet. He was in a meadow, sure, and there were tons of rocks also. It was night, and the moon was bright and he could see that in several directions there were thick stands of trees.
Something felt terribly familar about this place, though. So familar.
To the northeast was a small hill. Half of it had fallen away into a rocky, plant ridden mess. Sir Josh climbs up the hill, stepping over many mud spots. At the top he lifts his head and looks around. What does he see?
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A long road shooting far off into the horizon. It had a Starbucks, a boiler factory, a stalled RV...boy...howdy. Sir Josh shook his head in frustration.
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More hills and trees and stoney ground.
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A helicopter.
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RABBITZILLA!!! AAIEE!!!
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