Just Another Day In A Life

You've Hung About

(a. Nothing To Get Hung About)

Greg then wakes up, feeling relaxed as most people would feel — if you're on a nice, comfortable bed, that is. 

He then prepares for the day — clothes, canned peas and a book written entirely in Latin, what a great day! 

Greg then leaves his flat room, goes down the stairs and Anne is not at the reception desk, while paper covers the windows, and there's a crack on one of the posters on the window — must have been the "wish you were there" sign that Greg saw not too long ago. 

Greg then leaves the building, and heads his way to Wright's place, but as he was almost reaching, there is some strangers talking about "strange things they read on the newspapers" and their own fears about it are ventilated through their mouths and shared. 

Everything went fine, and Greg did successfully reach Wright's place, and Wright comes out of the building unexpectedly — and hands Greg a rifle — "Let's go hunting, Greg." Wright says, and he goes up on his donkey cart, and Greg follows him on doing so.

During the ride, Wright speaks about several random things meddled together to make up a boring babble that is opposite of what you would get rid of boredom in a ride, and then stops at Almar's store and gets out to get, presumably, things. — Some time later, Wright comes back and hands Greg some bullets: "Sorry for an unannounced leave, got to get things from my jolly fellow." Wright says. 

The both set off in a venture into the countryside with a donkey instead of the usual horse, compared to the onlookers' horses — It's not fast or anything, but it is practical; it is also not miraculous, it's not flashy or anything, it's not legendary, just an ordinary donkey walking around for two crazy folks going hunting.

After some time, the both finally reached a plain field, It's quite sunny, with some deers in the fields with maybe some forests to the edge of the fields, and so, Greg and Wright went hunting deers — It's fair for it's time, but wouldn't be accepted in his world.

While wandering the plains for more deers, the duo suddenly stepped into a colorful plain — Well, it's mostly purple-ish, though.

(b. Strawberry Fields)

The grass seems to be purple-ish with a portion of it fading to the usual green; it's own borders.

"What is this place?" says Wright, confused, yet concerned, and curious in this unlikely place, and the both then explores the fields, to look if there is deers, well, if there's any, despite the unlikely chance that would even appear any time soon.

The field seems to be quite empty except for some several purple trees, and some more time walking, they found a carriage — It's not theirs, but it suddenly appeared out of the blue, staying still menacingly.

Wright and Greg decide to investigate what is in it, and there were some bags, filled with some grains, wood, severed fingers and a notebook with lovely shapes on it's cover — and even more severed fingers. 

They took the notebook as they believe there is not much time to read it's contents — and knowing what situation it is just half of the battle, and when they were leaving,  everything seemed to fade to black — They're not closing their eyes, just their sight fading into black regardless of what's happening.

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So, that's the Act 1 over, we'll pick up from what happened to Greg and Wright maybe some time later.