The intense sunlight is the first thing you notice, the second, that you are no longer wearing pants. You let out a soft groan as you shuffle around on the bed of ice freezing your back. It felt like satan himself was smacking you in the face while frosty the snowman was doing you up the butt. You cringe at the vivid mental imagery just described and struggle to sit up in your soaking wet underwear. As far as you could see was a vast sunbaked plains lined with rocks, grass and not much else. You are sitting in a white tub filled with rapidly melting ice, a single white piece of paper is taped to your chest, a bottle of some type of liquid is sitting next to you and a small scar is visible on your belly. Great, what are you in for now?
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