Derp was an Explorer, Derp was a Legend, Derp was Heroic... Derp was struggling through the underbrush, his ripped pants and jacket a testament to his fight with a rather tenacious berry bush. He was cold, wet, thirsty, and covered from head to toe in mud and leaves and the various creepy crawly things you would find therein.<br/><br/>He finally managed to push into the clearing around what he'd hoped was the lost temple of Ginger. According to his irrefutable maps, calculations and knowledge of ancient history this must have been the place. He hadn't even looked up yet as he was still battling with an incredibly stubborn branch lodged in his pant leg, but when he did, what he saw was nothing like what he had drawn in his journal. Undaunted he decided that THIS temple was simply playing hard to get and its current form was a special form reserved for Thursdays.<br/><br/>He approach the door cautiously, not because he thought it was the necessarily the right thing to do, but because you always approached lost temples this way. He reached the door not noticing the step and tripped grabbing the doorknob and proceeded to tumble into the temple. He lay there face down, and the only thing going through his incredibly large brain was that THIS temple seemed to have a thing about Thursdays.<br/><br/>Derp was really beginning to hate temples and Thursdays for that matter.