Your essence twists threw realitys. You land in the old west. Right then 17 banditos ride their horses into town and one of them shoots you. "What the fuck?", You ask your new reality as you fall into the dusty street. "Why?", You ponder as you die. You tumble threw a storm of realitys again, this time screaming in horror. Your muscles bulge and brown fur sprouts. You are a bear. You are wandering threw the woods. A native american hunter slings several arrows into you and you die as a result. Fucking die again.