In the blink of an eye you're suddenly standing in the sweltering heat of the African Savannah. Short, dry grass stretches toward the horizon, sparsely dotted by Acacia trees. "What the hell?!" You collapse, clutching the remote.
A hallucination, it must be. You run your fingers through the warm sand. Real. Very, very real-feeling. You look down at the remote in horror. "Wh-what..? Should've known better than to take somethin' from some weird guy in a top hat..."
Sick to your stomach, you climb back to your feet. Hallucination or not, you can't just stand in the blistering sunlight, out in the open. In the distance, you can see the silhouette of what looks like a hut of some kind.
If the remote got you here, it could probably get you out. Then again, who knows where you could end up next...
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