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[center][color=AC58FA][b]Level:[/b][/color] 1
[color=AC58FA][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day 3 - Evening
[color=AC58FA][b]Location:[/b][/color] Forest of Skyrim
[color=AC58FA][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Mattchstick][@DracoLunaris][@Zarkun][@Lugubrious][/center]


A light-blue beam dropped down on the snow-covered ground before dematerializing into a series of squares. Forming in a collection of pixels that blended into an optimum graphic setting, was a roughly six-foot man wearing a green and hideous knit Christmas sweater that said “Ho ho ho!” in white font on the back. The sweater had white sleeves fitted over the Boss’s strong arms, snowflakes, a snowman, and a wannabe black Santa belt design across the waist. Paired with his black dress pants and shoes, the man was clearly out of place. He was even wearing prescription-less square-framed glasses. The man known as “Boss” or “Mr. President” glanced about at his surroundings.

[color=AC58FA][b]“Looks like Alaska,”[/b][/color] he muttered to himself. His blue eyes then fell on his sweater and he raised his arms as though someone had just sneezed all over it. His lip was cocked in disgust. [color=AC58FA][b]“What the fuck Kinzie!”[/b][/color] His brows then rose as he twisted left and right, inspecting what he could see of the back with pursed lips. [color=AC58FA][b]“Actually, it’s keepin’ me rather warm.”[/b][/color] He was impressed.

Smelling the smoke on the air, Boss thought aloud, [color=AC58FA][b]“Somebody havin’ a cook out?”[/b][/color]

He glanced down the path at the wooden fortress in the distance. [color=AC58FA][i]That’s probably where our guy is,[/i][/color] he mused (he felt so clever). Already, the mission was going a little easier than he expected. He waited for the rest of the team to warp in before he pointed at the fortress and told them, [color=AC58FA][b]“Hey guys, our guy’s in that fortress. Who wants to bet on it? Who doesn’t believe I’m right?”[/b][/color]

He looked around for hands and then smirked in amusement. [color=AC58FA][b]“I’m just playin’ ([s]he’s obviously in there[/s]). I guess we oughta’ start with introductions. I’m The Protagonist—at least of the world I come from. In my world, Earth was blown up and destroyed by aliens, I’m President of the used-to-exist United States, as well as Emperor of the aliens whose asses I whooped (#justsayin') and most of you guys are from video games that humans from my world would play. Cool, right? This isn’t my first time leadin’. I’m also the Boss of the ‘surviving’ Third Street Saints. We used to be a gang, but then they became my cabinet while I was president. I guess we are uh…we’re like…”[/b][/color] He snapped his fingers as he tried to think of it and then remembered, [color=AC58FA][b]“Yeah! We’re like the crew on the Enterprise and shit. Star Trek ([s]I don’t expect you guys to even know what that is[/s])! But you guys can just call me Boss since, heh, I am the boss on this mission.”[/b][/color]

He grinned proudly.