[sub]You... the mustaches... with... why... fury... whenever... Fawful... just wanted... some kingdom conquering... Fawful tried... Fawful gave the 110 percents... Fawful worked the overtime... Fawful was the team player... Fawful put in the hours... Fawful got the hands dirty... But every time... Always... the mustaches... arrive... Always in Fawfuls way... Alwaysalwaysalways...[/sub]

A pair of beady eyes opened - unseen beneath their owner's practically opaque glasses - as wakefulness percolated through the mighty mind of the magnificent Fawful. He got up slowly, still disoriented and groggy. This was far from the first time he'd woken up in a crater, but usually he had some idea of how he had made the crater. He dusted off his glasses to see an aggressively unfamiliar landscape surrounding him, and a collection of strange beings, each in their own crater.

"I... have confusion."

Where in the world [i]was[/i] he!? He would find out soon enough, but for now shelter seemed like a priority if the noises he was hearing were any indication. He made his way to the nearest building, the Yellow Flag tavern, pushing his way past some blonde human to get inside... to see someone in an intimidatingly spiky suit of armor electrifying one of the patrons.

Ah, now here was somebody who might be useful. For now though, Fawful hung around the edge of the room, taking in his surroundings and keeping an eye on the Overlord.