<Fackin shat ap.> He snaps, as he surveys his surroundings and calls the megahounds to heel.
You are standing in a bleak moorland clearing, surrounded by a thick forest, the area is saturated a sign of lengthy rain, with the surrounding atmosphere being very grey.Where am I?
The trees are coniferous and are old, in the sky above is an enormous storm head, a huge circle of storm cloud churning around.
Does this seem to be the real world? Do I still seem to have contact etherly?
With a sigh Otto finds and sits on a damp tree stump that had been weathered by the passage of time and contemplates his situation on Gothica. Abscently he picks up a large stick and hurls it a great distance into the forest. A great scuffle, rustle and the rise of competitive barks signal Randle and Enailis's pursuit of the stick.
'You're starting to get restless again aren't ya?' Otto thinks to himself as he peers up into the eye of the storm. 'This world is about to be bathed in blood and theres no way you can escape it unless you find a way off this planet'.
Otto shook his head as if to almost banish the thoughts that nagged at him and stood up swiftly.
'ALRIGHT!! YOU GOT ME HERE, SHOW YERSELF!. I'VE GOT A BUSY DAY AHEAD WITHOUT YOU WASTING MY TIME!' he shouts into the still, dank and dull forest.