6. You wander aimlessly, let whim and stoned curiosity lead you.

You wander with the slight muggy breeze, content to be where you are. You grind up a dry leaf and snort it. Your thoughts are stunted and milky. Earwigs dive bomb you from some mysterious overhead source and hope for a lucky landing. You begin to run blindly, swatting your arms at unseen things. One of the unseen things is a drainage culvert with an overlarge opening and you run in, heedless and squealing, to fall in crunching dull thuds. As you bleed out you ponder. "I don't think I like this dimension at all."

  Das Endorium