(from his intro thread)<br/><br/>"Why does this stuff keep happening to me?" James said aloud to himself. He cursed when an errant branch smacked him in the face. All around him was trees, trees, and more trees and he was horribly lost. How did he get lost in the woods you say? Well interesting story that. He was camping with a large group of people, most of which he thought were his friends. He went to bed for the night and when he woke up he was deep in the woods, all alone except for a sleeping bag for company.<br/><br/>"They could have at least left me my shoes," he said to himself. All he wore was some sweats and a T-Shirt because it was still early spring and the morning were cold. He stepped lightly, trying to avoid any sticks or sharp stones that may still lie under the dead leaves. The group seemed to be extremely dedicated to the joke because he couldn't even fight any footprints around him to show him the way back to the campsite. For the last hour he had been wandering around the woods, lost.<br/><br/>He thought he saw a break in the tree line and he ran towards it. He had to cover his eyes when he passed the tree line, the sun suddenly blinding. When he rubbed the spots out of his eyes, his eyebrows rose in mild surprise at what was before him. A small pond shimmered in front of him and a old fashion cabin was on the shoreline. He made his way towards it, hoping that someone would help him.<br/>