It was very dark. Incredibly, bombastically, unequivocally dark. There wasn't anything to compare it to how dark it was our there in the emptiness that was this world. The only world that he knew. Or didn't know. He didn't know anything about it in fact, so he couldn't say he knew this place at all. Or knew anything. It was quite a strange phenomenon, actually. Not knowing anything about who you are, or even what you are, where you are or what the bloody hell THAT was!<br/><br/>Before a very oddly shaped face thrusted itself at him, with a long, this, swerving body, he was doing one thing. He was sleeping. Pretty soundly, as a matter of fact. He was very comfortable sprawled out along the ground, wasting time and not thinking and all. It was a blissful moment. One that had to end early.<br/><br/>After a while, roaring, rumbling, and lots of soft padding thudded in his ears. And screaming too. There was a lot of screaming. It was all very distracting. He wished that whatever it was making all the ruckus would just shut up and let him do... whatever it was he was doing. But with one ear piercing roar being especially close, he decided to shut up whatever it was waking him himself.<br/><br/>Using his arms to push himself up, he immediately... regretted his decision.<br/><br/>The enormous serpent was in his face, the smell of the recently deceased reeking as it nearly flew closer and closer and closer and over him and  where the heck was it going? The thing practically jumped over him, chasing and eventually catching a running target. He was horrified, it was sickening. What sort of THING was that?! Whatever it was, he did not want to get near it.<br/><br/>But on top of all, there was yet another maniac screaming and shouting. When he turned his head to look at such an insane idiot, he saw a shard in his hand, and glancing at the ground around the incredibly brave other thing, the ground was chipped off. The ground was movable? No way! That's, like, the coolest thing!<br/><br/>Another roar and he spurred into a flurried panic. He started clawing at the ground with all of his skinny, boney might, taking handfuls of hardened ground and shoving it behind him as quickly as he possibly could. Every fiber of his red headed being was focused on this one task. This one, life saving task.<br/><br/>It was kinda fun actually. Throwing things and digging about. He didn't know what it was he was digging in and didn't pay much attention to the faces on top of such, but it didn't matter. He was terrified for his life and having fun at the same time, and with roaring and people dying around him, he just wanted to get under this flat thing he previously stood on.