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Look at yourself. It has a chance at answering #1,2 AND 3.

You take a crack at sitting up, but it doesn't go entirely to plan. Every part of you is united by a dull, prickly ache, as if nails are being dragged over every inch of your distressingly naked skin. Hence you end up bending awkwardly along the path of least resistance, with your arms askew and most of your torso still flat against... whatever it is you're lying on. It looks purple? Was that what you were thinking of? Seriously, what were you thinking of? You're so confused.

>think, you had a mission. it was important. things didn't go according to plan. try to remember.

You woke up on edge, knowing full well that something was wrong. That is incredibly suspicious, because you don't know what was happening before you woke up. Well, you were asleep, presumably, but... urgh, shit, maybe thirty seconds ago you were wondering what happened last night, except that feels amiss somehow. It's probably this miserable pain. It's the sort of hurt that feels eternal, that flatly refuses to be soothed by time.

...it could just be a hangover.

You're probably just dehydrated. Find some water

Your mouth is really dry. And there's this faint taste of salt along its roof that's playing real nice with the feeling of grit on your tongue. Damn, what did you do? Swallow sand or something?

...

Wait shit you totally did that.

You'd love to be able to think "it's all coming back to you now". That sure would be convenient. But no - you don't remember exactly what was going on, and yet... you have a memory of a desert, but it's tarnished and hazy. It feels more like you were staring at a photo, and now you've looked away and are trying to picture the details in your mind's eye. You must have been in the desert, right? You ate sand. You definitely did that. Obviously.

...uhh...

...you know when you're shown a photograph of a moment from your childhood that you've long forgotten? And suddenly your brain barges in and constructs so carefully a completely false set of memories, a narrative to expand upon a snapshot, and then you're left wondering if you didn't perhaps recall it after all? That maybe the manufacture of the simulacrum unearthed an actual recollection about which to build its story? Yeah, the desert's like this, but with fewer big words and the horrible realisation that you've a distinct lack of childhood memories.

WHAT THE FUCK

okay what's the earliest thing you can remember and WHY DOES THINKING THAT MAKE YOUR EYES WANT TO EVACUATE

NOT _EVEN THE ^EARLIEST MEMORY JUST THE NOTION THAT ^YOU MIGHT _WANT TO RETRIEVE IT THIS IS NOT OKAY

calm down

Arright, slow down a minute there. How and why you're here might be important, but in all probability it's not something you'll be able to do anything about right now.

First things first, take stock. What do you know, what do you have, and where do you seem to be?

...

...how's about you just, um, don't think about anything for a minute. Deep, slow, easy breaths. Gently does it. The only plausible source of answers to your questions is your mind, right, and it's not exactly acting like a font of knowledge at present. So let's change tack - bending up just then evoked some pretty harsh complaints from your stomach, but fuck it, in the interests of distracting yourself from... you're gonna focus your efforts on actually sitting up properly. And honestly, the pain is kinda subsiding a touch now. Not so eternal after all, huh?

...

Srictly speaking doubling over in agony counts as sitting upright. And hey, all you have to do from here is swing your legs off the edge of this... oh, it's, um, a camp bed. Huh.

So you're sat on a camp bed, stark naked, with your eyes twitching incessantly and your vision totally fucked. Your chin is damn tender, but you rest it on your hands anyway. Ever since you thought about water you've been desperate for a drink and though it's a welcome distraction from your nasty memory failures (which you just thought of without inducing any suffering whatsoever, but you better not push your luck) it's still making you quite uncomfortable, to put it mildly. Where do you go from here?

bemoan the lack of pyramids

this place looks like it could do with a bit of a tidy up?

You reckon you might manage to remember things better once you've been... awake... for a bit longer; maybe once you've got yourself, uh, sorted out? Is that how amnesia works? Because let's be frank, you're evidently beset by actual memory loss; this isn't just extreme confusion. You think so, anyway. You're not sure how amnesia works. Or, shit, what if you actually know all about amnesia and have simply forgotten? Wouldn't that be hilarious? So for now, let's concentrate on your surroundings. You're in, um, a storeroom, you guess, that's been trashed at some point, for some reason. Without standing up, you can reach what you guess is a cabinet on your left, and there's all that shelving along the wall to your right... or, alternatively, you could be brave and try getting to your feet. You're going to have to eventually. And there are all these fallen shelves, and that table over there... heck - that's just off the top of your head, there's probably more you could investigate that's not immediately springing to mind...

...there are doors too...

...you're kind of ignoring them...