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You are whooshed away to a foreign landscape. You are standing on the muddy bank of a slow-moving river. It's placid surface reflects the deep blue cloudless sky and the dark green forest on the other side. A coyote, or maybe a coywolf, looks at you with curiosity before resuming drinking. You have no idea how you arrived at this spot or why. One moment you were browsing the forums of Armor Games and the next, you're standing by a river. You're pretty sure you weren't even upright. Behind you is an endless field of wild grass almost up to your knees. There does not appear to be another creature around for miles. The coyote is gone. A short breeze across the tops of the grass. You feel the chill across your arms. You're wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans. You follow the river downstream and hope to come across civilization.

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Whoosh 6.1
You are whooshed away to an alien landscape. You are standing on red gelatinous ground. It appears firm enough to hold you up. You jump and the ground ripples. Around you are gelatinous magenta domes about a yard across and a foot tall rising and falling with each ripple. They appear to glow steadily. You squat and run your fingers along the ground. It is surprisingly warm. Overhead, a plum purple sky is dotted with stars in unfamiliar arrangements. You hear gurgling beneath you. You think you see something swimming in the ground far below.

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Whoosh 7.1
You are whooshed away to a rocky surface. You can't seem to find even footing. The brightness is blinding for a moment. As your eyes adjust, you are greeted with a view of a blue sky and a rocky desert. Along the horizon is a distant mountain range. You think you see a lone Joshua tree. Tufts of desert scrub grow amongst the rocks and dust. You're fairly certain you're in Arizona, Nevada, or Southern California. You find a quart-sized canteen full of water slung around your shoulder. There appear to be no other signs of anything or anyone having passed this way. You're not sure which way you should start heading but you're certain standing around would do you no good.

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Whoosh 7.2
Before you stretches a large dune, patches tufted grass holding the bank against the wind. You climb the slope, dripping with sweat by the time you reach the crest. On the far side of the dune is a writhing mass of people in tattered clothing. Their energy is one of both celebration and animalistic frenzy. There is music coming from unseen speakers- or is it from the people themselves? You feel the strongest of desires to join them, while at the same time frozen with apprehension. There are no footprints leading to group. They're just there, as much a part of the desert as a lizard or a joshua tree, alone in this rocky void.

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Whoosh 8.1
The sand shifts to a wet feeling again as you are whooshed away to a foreign seascape.The horizon lays flat in all directions interrupted only by the trunk of a dead palm tree. Everything around, even the dead palm and the sand, seems to be varying blues. You stand barefoot in ankle-high water amongst tropical looking fish. There doesn't seem to be any dry land around. Something glistens in the sand several feet away from you. You walk over and uncover a small obsidian hatchet with a handle of pale blue wood. It is surprisingly heavy in your hands. The edge is thinner than the thinnest blade you've ever seen.

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