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He was wondering through the woods by the jaffa factory, thinking about random things.
He wasn't really paying attention to anything but was a bit confused when no-one turned up to work that day. Knowing him he had probably said that they could have the day off when he was drunk a few days ago. Oh well, they'd turn up and do some more work tomorow.

The next thing he knew he was tumbling forwards. He landed on his face, even though his hands were out in front of him. "What the?!" he asked, pushing himself up off the floor. He looked down, blood dribbled from his kneecap and he had managed to graze his chin. Great. Looking back to where he was stood before he spotted a squere piece of paper on the sandstone path.
"Hmmm." he walked over and picked it up. It was faded and the edges were worn and ripped slightly in some places. "Ridge probably dropped it or... Something." he mumbled aloud. Flipping the paper he saw three numbers printed on it in faded black ink.

He squinted to be able to see the faded ink. "4-40...404?" and with that a white light flashed infront of him. Like a blink, only white. And he was sat on a hard cobblestone floor, his legs crossed and facing lava, around him was dark, but he heard a few people chatting behind him.
"Xeph?!"

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

He was wondering through the woods by the jaffa factory, thinking about random things.
He wasn't really paying attention to anything but was a bit confused when no-one turned up to work that day. Knowing him he had probably said that they could have the day off when he was drunk a few days ago. Oh well, they'd turn up and do some more work tomorow.

The next thing he knew he was tumbling forwards. He landed on his face, even though his hands were out in front of him. "What the?!" he asked, pushing himself up off the floor. He looked down, blood dribbled from his kneecap and he had managed to graze his chin. Great. Looking back to where he was stood before he spotted a squere piece of paper on the sandstone path.
"Hmmm." he walked over and picked it up. It was faded and the edges were worn and ripped slightly in some places. "Ridge probably dropped it or... Something." he mumbled aloud. Flipping the paper he saw three numbers printed on it in faded black ink.

He squinted to be able to see the faded ink. "4-40...404?" and with that a white light flashed infront of him. Like a blink, only white. And he was sat on a hard cobblestone floor, his legs crossed and facing lava, around him was dark, but he heard a few people chatting behind him.
"Xeph?!"