Dark, it was dark... and I felt nothing...
Finally mustering the will to move, I soon found I regretted it, or at least should have. A bog, a swamp like land, miasmal looking mist covered the ground, hiding me from myself. The trees, they all looked like skeletons, but wait, what is a skeleton? Where did the word swamp or even miasmal come from? None of it made sense, and somehow, I knew none of it mattered...
Something then compelled me... [i:n5moz5hj]survival training[/i:n5moz5hj]... it seemed the proper description. I forced myself to my feet and took quick inventory of myself and my belonging... A tattered silk attire that should have covered my entire body, a more thick weave silk sash, [i:n5moz5hj]rope[/i:n5moz5hj], again a proper deduction. Pouchs that held an array of items, from smokebombs to thunderstones, two halfemptied kuni quivers, and a wakazashi on the back of my 'belt'.
All at once, my sight shifted to something else, something that I knew beond a shadow of a dought should have terrified me, yet I was unphased... my fingers bore no flesh or nail... I was rotted severly, reaching up, I examined my face for damage... I had no face, or rather not what most would call one. My bottom jaw was missing, tongue dangling limp and stiff, my eye sockets were hollow as well... yet I could see, even better than I could ever remember... Yet I remember nothing, no home, no past, not even what caused this change in me, yet I knew this was a change... I was not always like this... was I?
So I sat, the urge to meditate upon the dilema took over, and I did so...
It was all I knew to do...
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Broken Memories, Scattered Lands...
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