You are woken up by the concoction of noise. What's going on, are neighbours making a party or something? You hear the sound of drums, cheers and singing. A very repetitive, but strangely alluring singing. In fact, it is so entrancing it gets you out of your futon (because for some reason, you were sleeping in a futon) and removes any of the morning drowsiness you are supposed to feel in the morning like any proper millennial who never had to do early-morning manual labor in his life and is used to partying all night long. Or at least until midnight, that's something too.
As you get up you feel that your movements are somewhat sluggish. Right, you got a new body. This is no longer Kansas, you died and reincarnated to another world. As you inspect (and feel) your newly acquired appendages you realize you are not alone in the room. And it's a room. A very Spartan, archaic room. But anyway, you realize there are other people in there with you, looking
like a veritable freak show just as confused with the current situation as you. Your gut feeling tells you that they share the same predicament as you. Suddenly you don't feel as special as you did when you saw that reincarnation message.
Fortunately, you don't have time to get in a slump because the music which woke you up has grown louder during your check-up of your new body. The feeling of your mind going blank, like when that hot co-worker bends forward and reveals the full depth of her heavenly valleys, possess you and your body feels compulsion to leave the room and join whatever kind of celebration the guys outside are having.
Past the door and you find yourself on a street packed to the brim with a cheering crowd. Sweet Jesus, what a crowd it was!
Some of them looked human, but most had an appearance like somebody took various animals, hacked them to pieces and then reattached them while dead drunk. And the scariest part of the whole scene is that they all jumped around, danced and cheered.
In the middle of the road a procession was moving, looking like East Asian version of carnival in Rio. As it moved the cheering got louder, the drums beat more violently and from time to time your ears are filled with the sound of a horn blowing loud enough to split earth. It definitely split your eardrums.
But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. The whole atmosphere filled you with maddening euphoria. Soon, you joined the fray, dancing and jumping and cheering, and your world turns into chaotic mush of colours and sounds. A female voice, the most beautiful voice you ever heard, cheerfully resonates through the crowd and through your very being, adding to what was the greatest high of your life:
“Dance, dance everybody! Offer your fleeting existences to the Son of Heaven, the night of the Hunt is upon us!”That sounded mighty ominous, but your brain wasn’t functioning right. It wasn’t until screams started that the euphoria began to let up and you suddenly realized that shit had hit the fan.
Something was coming from the back of the procession, but you couldn’t make out what. As it rushed through the carnival the music was getting louder and louder and louder, but the cheering was replaced by the screams of terror and pain.
However, there’s no need to panic! You ain’t dying yet! A message appears before your eyes, surely giving you a helpful tip for the situation:
“Compulsory Quest: Escape the Wild Hunt
Difficulty: Hard
Reward: Three guesses”
Just kidding, you ded son.
Another group of protagonist finds itself in a ridiculous situation. Will the Force be with them enough to pull through this adversity?