<div class="floatright">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/H4LRZu6pIlg/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Paul Fairfield/Chase Oliver<br/><strong>Time/day</strong>Day one/after-school<br/><strong>Jumangi level/Lives</strong>Level One/ Three lives<br/><strong>Location</strong>Paul's Office/Jumanji Forest<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"All right, let's see what all the hubbub is about." Paul brought up the game demo on his laptop at his desk after school was over and all the students had gone home. He had already finished grading their homework assignments earlier in the day so he had enough free time to check out this video game stuff the young people were so obsessed with. It did look fun, admittedly, but they were from a little before his time and he didn't know if he could get into it like they had, if the learning curve was beyond his ability. He knew how to use the computer well enough but not for active games, only Solitaire and FreeCell. But one that looked very fancy, and was able to be played for free with a demo, seemed like a good way to get his feet wet. Was he ever unprepared for what was in store.<br/><br/>A blinding flash, swirling dust, and a lot of screaming, his stomach turning as he watched himself plummeting to the ground from high in the air, and yet...the landing was perfect, he was completely upright on his feet and his legs didn't hurt at all. His heart was still hammering in his chest, his throat dry from all the yelling, but he seemed to be in fine shape. In fact...too fine of shape. What the hell was happening?! He wasn't wearing the same clothes as before, and he felt long, unkempt hair tickling the sides of his unshaven face, as well as a pair of glasses he had never worn before and didn't need. His back also didn't seem to be straining from his big belly, which, when he felt his trunk, was no longer hanging in front of him. This...was not...his body.<br/><br/>He desperately wanted to find a mirror and see what had happened but in his haste he lost his footing and fell forward directly into a muddy pool. Pushing himself up clumsily, coughing and spluttering as he wiped the grime from his face and arms and chest, he began to hear the voice. He froze, wanting any information he could get about what was happening. Was he...inside the game of Jumanji? This was beyond all virtual reality he had ever heard about, and didn't know what to make of it. The implied threat of death did not sit well with him at all, and he hit his chest to activate the screen it talked about, wanting to know what the hell this new body of his was all about. Chase Oliver? He looked down at the muddy water and saw a muddled reflection of himself, but did not recognize the man staring back up at him. "Oh, no...no, no, no." he shook his head, mouth agape. "This is some kind of joke..." he looked around for any other players as the voice indicated. The ground was shaking now, and he didn't like the sound of that. Some other unfamiliar forms seemed to be making a beeline for the trees, and while he wasn't accustomed to running, instinct kicked in and he began to dash in that direction himself, finding his breathing much more comfortable and his stamina to be far greater than before. Whatever this new body was, it was at least in better shape than his pudgy alter ego. It was ugly as all hell, though. Well, being pretty wasn't exactly conducive to jungle survival, so that wasn't something to complain about.