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Sorry for posting so late.

"Where... Where am I?"

Cactus groaned, a throbbing pain towards the back of his skull. He figured he must have been hit in the back of his head, thus knocking him out cold and inducing this hell of a migrane. The loud noise thundering in his ears did nothing to help.

Wait, loud noise?

The man turned his head towards the commotion. Hardened soliders, some with faces that would never stand a chance in a beauty contest, rushed up and down several of the rock terrances. They wore intriguing blue armor plates, with weapons forged from the same metal. One, looking like the leader of the gang, raised his sword and screamed something barbaric. A dinner call, perhaps. Cactus knew at multiple occasions where he had forgotten to eat his meal at the selected times. Someone to remind others when to eat was great.

"Excuse me, sir, but who are you?"

Surprised at the sudden sound, Cactus snapped his head to the other side. This time, a man, clothed in some sort of white material, looked upon his face with a concerned expression. If only Cactus could understand the language they were speaking.

"I... I do not understand..." he said, lifting himself up to a standing position.

More gibberish. A thought, similar to the one that had convinced him to leave his home, crossed his mind. The man above him, clothes stained with a vibrant shade of red. Hands squeezing another's neck. Kill, kill, and kill again. Cactus' rational thoughts faded to black.

''Language barrier between Cactus and perhaps the majority of the 303 lands. What do.''