Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-5354667-20140723155446/@comment-11907160-20140804044020

Bob

Bob awoke to surroundings that he didn't know. The last thing he recalled was hanging with his "friends". They weren't really his friends, though. They were people who led him to a life of drug-abuse. God, how he hated them. Though sadly he couldn't live without them.

Before noticing anything else, Bob realizes that he does not feel the effects of the narcotics he consumed over the past years. Weather he looks like the drugs had no effect, is a whole different question.

Looking at the trees around him, he realized how beautiful they were. Some massive, some small, but all of them looked to be of the same breed. He thought this could be just a good acid trip, but it felt too real.

He, just then, felt a slight weight on his shoulders. He was wielding a backpack. Bob took it off in a hurry to see what was inside of it. To his dissapointment, there was nothing in it, but after tinkering with it just a bit longer, he realized that the bag was a lot bigger than it looked.