Slowly, Donny stepped away from the body, dropping the rope and looking at the corpse in shock. Somehow... Somehow this didn't bother him too much. Not the fact that the person was killed in such a gruesome matter, but at the woman who did it. How was she able to do that? Just how strong was she? How fast? And now that he wasn't in the darkness of the basement, Donny could see that the man from before was [i]huge[/i]. Or at least bigger than Donny, and Donny always thought he was a big man. Or at least he somewhat remembers being the bigger man, his memories weren't really helping him. Either way, between the woman and the man-shaped wall of flesh near him, Donny was fearful. He had no idea what was going on, who these people were, and what was going to happen.

The woman made things very clear shortly after. It was simple, but Donny was looking for a different answer. Perhaps he was making things overtly complicated, but part of him would rather be involved in a complex conspiracy than the simple realization that he's dead. The woman, Maria, made it clear to them that this is their purgatory, and if they want to get out of it they needed to become Hunters. It was so simple, but Donny wanted to ask questions. He wanted to find other options, a loophole, to not play this game. But as he stood there numb, he took a deep breath and sighed. [b]"Well... I guess... I guess that's it then, huh? I mean..."[/b] Donny looked towards the other survivors, looking for validation. [b]"She's.... If she's right, then that's what we'll have to do, right? We become hunters and fight monsters. Fuck. This all feels like a dream... Like some sort of game. It has to be, right? I mean... Heh. Heh ha ha ha ha!"[/b] 

Donny began to laugh hysterically. He was deeply conflicted right now. It wasn't just because he was going to deny that he was dead. But part of him actually wanted to try this crazy hunter gig out. He was on the edge of having nothing to lose and becoming nothing at all. Perhaps, for the sake of his own sanity, he needs to accept both things: That he doesn't want to die (Or think he's dead) and become a hunter. It can't be all that bad, right?

So the young man turned towards everyone. He didn't realize it, but he was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, which he got during one of his falls back at the basement. The blood dripping down his chin made him look even more delusional than he realized, but he was going to try to act like the beacon of stability. The alternative was something he did not wante to embrace, as the corpse (That was there before being dragged off) at his feet demonstrated. [b]"Okay! No sense in trying to parse out facts from fiction. Miss Maria, right? My name is Donny. I think, Donny Yang? That sounds about right. I'm guessing form your attire that you're also a hunter. Fascinating! Hey, where are you going?"[/b] 

Donny followed Maria to the alter, where they were greeted by yet another strange, rambling old man. At least this once doesn't seem like he was going to eat them. Immediately. He essentially made it clear to Donny and everyone else listening that becoming hunters and fighting monsters was the only thing they could do. In truth this made Donny a little happy; at least now there won't be any uncertainty about what he should do here. There was some doubt, sure, but ultimately becoming a hunter was greater than trying to escape this place. [b]"The World of Waking Dreams... Sounds nice. So this building, or town or country or whatever, is Iradele?"[/b] Donnt wasn't able to see much outside yet, but hopefully for the World of Waking Dreams, it'll at least be scenic. If it really was nothing but darkness, well that would quickly stop being so scary and just downright tedious. 

There was also other things the old man said. Donations, other people, and his daughter. Donny wasn't certain what sort of donations this old guy would want. He assumed that since they were hunters, they needed to bring back proof of killing their prey. Things that Donny guess would be like claws, horns, or even heads of monsters. Hearing about other people made Donny wonder if others like himself have already been here and made a community. At least there's some comfort knowing that he won't essentially be bumming it in the wilds. And lastly was mention of the old man's daughter. Taking an educated guess, Maria was not the old man's daughter. Who that was, Donnny didn't know. And it'll be hard for him to pass along a message to someone he doesn't know.

But questions could come later. Right now he needed to gear up. The old man had dropped of a a pile of weapons and other junk in fairly good condition. Donny saw guns, swords, clubs, tools, the works. But for weapons like the guns, he knew almost instinctively that they were very old-fashion. Perhaps it was lingering memories of his past life, but he was certain that he has seen (perhaps even used) guns before that were much more... Advanced than these flintlocks and muskets. He picked up a few, taking note that some had cool features such as multiple rotating barrels or are break-action, but with no bullets in sight these were nothing more than fancy clubs to Donny.

Putting the firearms away for the others to pick out Donny looked for other things he could use. He didn't fancy swords too much and was considering grabbing a knife, but he saw a [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/9/9f/FNVThrowingHatchet.png/revision/latest?cb=20110210215504]hand-axe[/url] underneath the pile. Digging towards it Donny lifted it up in the light to give it a good look. It was a simple axe, no engravings or fancy embellishments on it. It was neither dull nor rusty, and the wood felt solid and strong. There was some scratches on the surface but no chips or cracks. While the axe head felt weighted, the overall axe was very light. Donny guessed it was barely two pounds, if even that. He was almost tempted to hurl it at the wall to see if it could serve as a throwing axe, but refrained from doing so. He'll get a chance to practice later.

As Donny shifted through the pile for something he could use to hold his axe he also found a length of rope. It was in a tightly wrapped bundle, but once it was in his hands Donny just knew how to undo the knots, allowing all of it to fall to his feet. [b]"Alright, I definitely got some strange relationship with rope..."[/b] Feeling the rope around his hand and fingers, Donny knew that this rope was much stronger than the rope that was used to tie him up. After spent a few moments examining the quality of the rope Donny tied the rope back into a bundle. Holding onto both the axe and rope, Donny realized that he had no way to hold these objects. His pants had some pockets he could stuff them into, but they won't hold the items firmly. Looking through the pile of clothing Donny found a harness/bandoleer that would be perfect for holding onto his weapons, as well as other miscellaneous things he could attach to the loops and straps. He also found a nice, thick trench coat with more straps and pockets he could use. He decided to take both, though was he sadden that he couldn't find a matching hat.

Donning his hunting gear and holstering his tools Donny figured he might try and grab a gun when he spotted something even better. For the purpose of hunting monsters no one would consider taking this, and it was precisely why Donny was going to take it. This world, their memories, their very purpose was empty and meaningless. Donny wasn't going to deny it. But he wasn't going to believe that there's nothing they can do about it. A blank world makes for the perfect canvas. In this place where there is nothing but trouble, it is the ripe grounds to make a solution. The screams, the cries, and roars, Donny was going to get rid of them. He was going to drown them with the sound of music.

The pale young man walked towards the [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/5/50/Acoustic_Guitar.png/revision/latest?cb=20140830175920]acoustic guitar[/url], gently holding it in his hands and strumming the strings. It was heavier and harder than it's appeared, but Donny didn't care too much about that. He strummed a few notes together, the soft whistles familiar to his ears. It was comforting. And with any luck, perhaps Donny could use this tool to defeat monsters. [b]"Silly I know... But this is a crazy world. And I'm a crazy man."[/b] Smiling to himself, Donny made a sling for his instrument and slung it onto his back. Feeling sufficiently equipped Donny went back to the Maria, as the old man was gone, feeling a bit more confident in himself. 

[b]"Say beautiful, you got time to answer some questions? Cause I'm going to ask them anyways. For starters, rags mentioned something about donations. I'm guessing that he wants us to bring back parts of the monsters we kill for some reason or another. But what's in it for us? Surely there's a reward for bringing back the bits of beasts we'll be fighting, if the reward of slaying them isn't enough. Also he mentioned other people. How many people are in Iradele? Any merchants, cooks, doctors, craftsmen? Also who is his daughter? If he want us to pass his message to her, I'll have to know who she is and what she looks like first."[/b]