I pushed the poles away from each other, making something akin to a teepee just inside a wall instead of being on top of the floor. The liquid wall was now a large bump encompassing the pole and cloth...thing I made. A small part of me was curious about this mysterious substance, it being something that was completely alien to me. "How the fuck did they make this shit? I can't believe this is magic. That stuff doesn't exist." I thought to myself. Accompanying this line of thought, I spooned my hand, as if I were to cup something.
                              Which was exactly what I was going to try to do, I walked over to the wall, and pushed my hand through the wall, I then pulled it out. "Nothing...hmmm this is really odd" I thought to myself once again. 
                              With that curiosity now fulfilled, I went back to the hole I made, the poles now scrapping against the barrier, which was a faint blue. Something I found out by leaning down and checking if I got to the said barrier. "I guess I need to break that.." I thought to myself, I took some time to try to plan out how to do just that.
                              I then looked at the untouched rack of those metal rods. "Lets just hope those rods dont kill me if I touch them" I thought to myself, my feet pulling me to the rack, my head looking about for things to help me in what I was going to try to do.
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                              A couple minutes later, I had the rack leaning on the leftovers of the bed and other debris I had made. I grunted and lifted the rack, a couple of the left over rods hit the pile and a hard to explain noise. I pulled back the rack and then slammed it into the barrier, a flash happened, then it shattered, leaving nothing but a horrid stench rush into the room, a smell my nose forgot about for the time span I was trapped in there. 
                              	I slipped through the gap I made, pushing the rack out of my way. I huffed a sigh, then I heard voices come from my left. "Oh fuck" I thought to myself, jogging away, looking at the little sewage river with disgust as a desperate plan formed as a "just in case"
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Mich - Surival of the Isekai'd westerner
ActionMich, a man from a trumoutous alternate world akin to ours, found himself thrown into a completely different world
 
                                               
                                                  