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You don't have a name, you think.

"UGH, of course. Hold on, I got a process for this situation, lemme see if there's anything worthwhile in yer box."

They duck into the little room you were just in, they don't even fit into it...

"A swatter? That's it? Nahhh, I ain't namin' you after this. Here, take it, it's yours."



You got a "Swatter"!



"Okay, okay... um... how bout 'Bean'?"

...

"Y'know, like, beanbags!"

Okay.



"So, now that that's settled, here's the hard part. We gotta figure out where yer gonna go."

Where...?

"Yeah, cause like, you can't just pop up in our world and not DO anything. Now, because I'm such a good person, and I know yer life story thus far is "woke up in a box, super lucky to meet me", I'm gonna tell ya where you are and where ya can go."

They pull out a map, pointing to several spots.

"See, ya had the misfortune to pop up in this purple part. Luckily, yer close to a town, see, all the towns are on the outer points? But yer close to the PURPLE town, and that one's pretty rough. Ya can definitely go there, and ya probably might need to, but I suggest if yer lookin for a good place to stay, to pick pretty much any of the other towns, except maybe the red one. But the red one's nice too, just... well, kinda sickly."

Okay, so, I want to travel if I want to get somewhere nice, so I can...?

"I dunno, prolly figure out who ya actually are, what yer purpose is. The rest of us are more lucky, regardin' that, as we know we're just here to live."

"So, what do ya wanna do?"