[b][color=598527]Max[/color][/b] [b]|[/b][@MonkeyBusiness][@Mcmolly]

	Max stared blankly at the hellscape before him; not really sure how to proceed, he sat on the blistering ground and tried his damnedest to process what he was experiencing. 

[i]Heat.[/i]

	That was a start. It was certainly hotter than the air-conditioned taxi that he'd been in. 

[i]Confinement[/i]

	While the space he was in wasn't overtly small, his body felt enclosed. That feeling of being on a boat or airplane with no sense of control over where you were going and thus stuck.

[i]Fear[/i]

	This was different; Max had always told himself he was the best of the best, one to take on challenges without hesitation. Alas he was a rational human, 2 of the prerequisites of cowards. His breathing became short, pupils dilating and cold sweat as opposed to the controlled perspiration of the body cooling itself. As he looked upon the unearthly sights about him, his mind wavered, and he wanted to just crawl inside himself. 
	He hadn't. He simply got up, something inside him was hotter than this hell and he realized he was angry. Angry at himself firstly, chastising his apparent stupidity vehemently. Then just generally angry, at the stupid rocks, stupid heat, stupid giant centipedes. He threw a punch at a rock. He hadn't noticed that his fist was unscathed, nor that the rock had been pulverized. 

As the space around him trembled and his mind came back to him he finally noticed that he was not alone. 2 others were here, one still unreacted the other he was sure had asked a question, and while muted to Max had offered a greeting, nonchalant of the whole situation. How was some pansy looking man, no -a boy- taking this simply by stride. He became angry yet again, and grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck and threatened,

[color=598527] "You better explain real quick why I'm here and why I shouldn't break your face on that rock." [/color]