“Fuck! What the fuck is this dump and where I am?”  Were the immediate thoughts upon seemingly materializing to this alien landscape.  However, the confusion then subsumed be the feeling of intangibility as the wisp was now distracted at the ability to float around. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a feeling of liberation and exhilaration at being able to move faster and vertically, rather it was a rather a suitably appropriate boring pace.

The surroundings were dreary and weird. There wasn’t enough immediate suffering for it to be called a hell.  So either it was like some sort Sheol-type dreary underworld or an incredibly obtuse purgatory.  Or alternatively a really boring Blake poem.  Such thoughts were interrupted by this animal person girl with large horns. 

The spirit didn’t really pay much attention to the introduction as he was busy floating and flipping around to occupy the time while moving very slowly.  However there was something that did catch attention.  “I began to think the chosen would never come, that my precious world was doomed..." was what this alleged goddess said. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere… The fuck?” The spirit thought to itself as it followed her to this area. What happened next was odd. He found himself borderline terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. What was the point of being killed, did she not need their labor for saving the world? Or was this part of process. Soon it wondered about if it was already dead what would happen after being, but then again it wouldn’t matter since this form was feeble to the girl’s and if she desired to kill, that would be that. 

“Just kidding… Any questions, my little chosen? I know you at least have a few"

Unfortunately, the spirit was still recoiling from the overwhelming force to ask a question.  A claw grazes the body and with that action a new sensation was felt. Visions of a distant past came forth and suddenly he found himself no longer floating feeling as the pitiful body solidified to something stronger than it. Within his mind a peculiar set of images lingered in his mind. A jade bangle that transforms into a handle, it was seemingly nonessential but he felt that it was something important to him.  This sensation was overwhelming and he found himself devoting his energy to fighting the urge to buckle from the sheer force. He slowly strained to shift posture to stand up straight.  The images in his mind then shifted from the bangle to almost a thousand different weapons running in quick succession. 

A sensation of something warm accompanied with pain and a salty metallic taste made itself apparent. The force subsided and he found himself fully materialized with the pain slightly intensifying, as he realized he ended up materializing with his teeth biting into the lower lip. After spitting out blood he then looked at the goddess and said, “Well before you made us all solid, I was gonna ask ‘And if I say no?’. You said we all had were drawn to this dream, whatever reason it may be. But for all I know you could be lying. Even if you're not, the only solution is venturing forth and so and so on which still carries the risk of getting killed making the whole damn thing moot. It's a pain in the ass on my end of things but it seems pretty easy for you, all we got to do is fight and try not to die and that's pretty much it. The only real thing to worry about is if everyone dies, but surely you got a contingency for that?"