Hey look! It was Man! Well, seemingly he was on a desert stretch just out there. Sort of seemed he was in the middle of two different types of terrains. One was a wastly sandy dune, while the other actually had some sort of vegetation on the other end. How fun! Man defiantely picked the more life filled one, thinking that perhaps he'd happen upon something or someone....<br/><br/>But all that wasn't the point! It was the physical looks of the young, crazy sergal! Indeed it was! Man, being who he was, walked about happily under the sun, robes easily covering up his body, making it resistant to the beating rays on his body. Well, all of which except for the many parts that had been torn and ripped. In which point and case then that had failed to utter nothing. But the breeze of wind on the horizon certainly made him feel so much better. In one hand carried a scythe, it sinking into the sand abit each time he pulled it out and lifted it to it's next location, the strange, weird metal shining brightly about him. It wouldn't be too hard for anyone to spot him.<br/><br/>But Man? Well the lanky sergal was busy thinking to himself while he now idly walked about, enjoying his time out and about there. "My my! Why look! It's the shining sun! Hello there!" He called out towards the inanimate burning thing. It must of been really grumpy, because it was still burning his eyes as usual. Sometimes though it'd cry or cover it's face with strange white puffy looking things. Can you guess what it was? Yes! It was the sun! After the speech towards the 'angry one' he immediately started to hum an old tune to himself. Of which he remembered just about nothing of it. How useless! Oh well.