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Remember: everything Lucid (Protege-Innit) says is made up.
You wake up in the grass, the sound of breaking glass and someone with a rough voice and a British accent crowing, "Yes! Pog, that's two points!"
The sky is a clear blue and the sun is warm, shining on you until someone stands in the way, looking down at you.
"Hey, are you alive?" The guy leaning over you seemed like a spring about to let go, everything about his posture suggesting he was likely to run off at any moment.
"I saw you laying in the grass while I was hitting panes out of the windows and I wasn't sure if you were alive or a zombie that'd fallen on it's side," he continued, his voice suggesting a smile even though his face was hidden by a frowning mask, electric blue eyes staring at you from the eye holes.
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