Aftermath

Who:Nix
Where:Unknown
When:Aproximately Now
Nix woke with a start.
He had been having a horrid dream. In it, he was riding a tiny burro
through the Yukon. His burro caught its ankle in a crevasse and he
continued on his way on foot. Before leaving, he shouted something
like "Too bad, dude!!" at his formerly loyal pack animal. He was
rescued by a goat herder who taught him all about herding goats and
then left for the city, leaving Nix to carry on the proud tradition
of goat herding. Before the herder left, he shouted something
like "Too bad, dude!".
"Hmmm.." Nix contemplated as he blinked in utter darkness. "I effing
hate goats."
He looked about him. Taking in the darkness. He checked his watch.
Noting the pitch black area before him where he knew he was holding
his pocket watch, he wished he had accepted the glowy one offered by
his mother for fixing her automated needlepoint machine. It's just
that it had a picture of a child with huge, sad eyes on it. "Lesson
learned, ma." he said at his camera which was at the dark area to
his right. The very, very small, red recording light was comforting
to an extent, at least.
Nix tried to figure out how he had ended up in what appeared to be a
void full of absolutely nothing. He rembered meeting a dodgy little
guy who had challenged him to outdrink him. He sorta remembered
winning. He almost could flashback on continuing to drink. He
vaguely recalled some blobby, blurry guy buying him a something for
having won something.
And then......Nothing. Complete blackout. Much like the area he now
inhabited.
Nix decided to move about and see if he might be able to hit his
head or stub his toe on something in order to help determine the
size of this place.
He immediately hit his head as he tried to sit up and knocked
himself unconscious.
<OOC-I'm currently traveling for work and will be here when
possible. I've sorta got an idea of what's gonna happen next, so
I'll be back.>