Waking up the first thing Brian remembers was the color green. Then he remembered it all, sitting in his Dorm, the explosion, the burning fire. This was all wrong, how had he survived? Brian slowly sits up, noticing for the first time that he wasn't inside. Standing he takes his surroundings in, this wasn't Georgia, he somehow was in the desert. Looking around he notices other people, and that's when it first hit him, he was shorter now. Hesitantly, he looks down and takes in his self image. He was shorter now, just shy of 5', and still stocky. As if that wasn't enough, he was naked, and hairy. He had a tangled mess that he could only assume to be a beard on his face. It must have been half a hand long, thick dark, black hair. The rest of his body was matted with hair as well. For a brief second he smiles as an absurdity flutters across his brain,<strong>"I look like a midget wookie..."</strong><br/><br/>The moment quickly passes as pain reasserts itself in his skull. Whatever had happened it hurt, a lot. Taking more notice of the others around him, their confused expressions, Brian can only assume they were lost as well. Brian was never particularly religious, but this experience had changed his mind in the instant. He wasn't sure which one, certainly not his christian mother's god, but a god must have done this.<br/><br/>Taking in his image one more time Brian smiles, wherever this was, whatever he had become, he was no longer Brian the financial management student, and that was just fine with him. He approaches the others that had begun conversing,<strong>"My name is Michael. We should probably try to find some shelter. Looks like a storm. "</strong>