So, after an episode with a the guy named Taylor and some kid who named himself...Markiplier...sounds like some kind of gamer tag...Vance then turned back to continue his scan of the room. Something bugged Vance about Matt's expression, like he was already tired of being here. Vance wasn't really sure what he was doing here himself. Not really sure what to make of Kyle yet. Then a girl walked into the room. Finally an alternate gender presence...still could use a few more to balance out the sausage fest. She seemed so meek and guarded.<br/><br/>Then an old man came in, calling himself Mister Goode. He spoke a bit like some kind of intro to some kind of epic destiny, straight out of a TV series or a video game. Vance wasn't really sure what to think of it until he was presented with a box. He was suspicious about the box, and the closer he got to it, the more his head began to get a bit of achy. As the others looked inside and they looked like something was changing inside of them. Vance was hesitant to even go near it now. But something, deep inside of him, was telling him to go forward, 'cause it might be a chance to break the monotony...a chance to go beyond this world, and even further...<br/><br/>With his stomach building up inside of him, he pushed past his trepidation and looked inside the box, seeing his name tag. It was at that moment that he felt a flood of memories and experiences fill his head. It was alot to take it at once and it was all so sudden, but he forced himself to hold on until the end not letting go until the-whatever-it-was had run its course.<br/><br/>When it was all done, he shivered, his mind full of memories and thoughts that were his, while not being his...he didn't know why, but these memories and thoughts were always a part of him, though he never even knew he was a part of such lives. He heavily breathed as he tried to calm himself.<br/><br/>He barely had enough to listen to Mister Goode go on about this world being in danger from some kind of creatures trying to kill them. If Vance was tired now, that woke him up, despite the rush of info and memories.<br/><br/>"Alright...so now that these name tags gave us this mind-flood of stuff, which I assume that we all knew all along but didn't really know until now, what now? What about these things supposedly trying to kill us, and where are they now, and how exactly do we defend ourselves? I can't speak for everyone else, but I'm not exactly a fighter...at least not in reality." Vance had mustered alot to get up and say that.