Have any of you ever been knocked out? It isn't something you can get used to really. In all the movies and books they make it seem like something that just happens from time to time. It's a really common trope that they over-use. Turns out that in real life, it sucks dick. Getting knocked out is generally an unpleasant and painful experience. You don't just shrug it off and forget about it like in the movies. Concussions are a real problem, remember kids, wear your helmets. Lord knows some of you need them.

As I awaken I do a quick status check and pat myself down, just to make sure all my bits and bobs are still attached and what-not.

Name: Justin Brown

Level: 5

Experience: 1500/1603.125

Age: 18

Hp: 84/100

Mp: 415

Att: 5

Status: Dazed

Str: 10

Per: 10

End: 11 (+1)

Cha: 10

Agi: 30

Luck: 10

Res: 6 (+1)

Abilities: Experience x5, Mana manipulation (487/1000), Mana Crystallization (550/1000), Fire affinity (226/1000)

See kiddies, this is why you wear your helmet, you can get dazed. Though that is a pretty damn mild way to put it, my head feels like a heavy-set midget is trying to use it as a breakdancing mat. Alright, lets look around. Hmm, dead guy, dead guy, dead guy, dust, holes in walls, and all the cells appear to be open now. So someone went through all the effort to kill what seems like all the guards, but didn't bother waking me up or bringing me to safety. Real fucking classy man, don't help out your savior or what not, whatever, see if I care. What's important is getting the hell out of dodge.

Alright, time to get the fuck out. I immediately start jogging towards what I hope is the exit, only to find a dead end. Alright, lets go the other way, another dead end. Fuck, guess there's only one route left. After traversing through the tunnels I see a beautiful, yet blinding sight. As Solaire would say, PRAISE THE SUN. It's beautiful, and blinding and it means I'm getting the fuck out of here.

After letting my eyes adjust for a bit, I step through the corridor and into the beautiful outdoors. Well, you could call it beautiful, but really it's just another damn forest. It appears as though I might be stuck in the fucking woods again. Fuckinng cock-munching gutter-whore, I scream loudly. Alright, calm down Justin you are far more prepared than last time. This time you have magic. Granted it isn't the mythical shoot giant fucking balls of lightning magic, but still, it should work in a pinch.

I guess I'll just pick a direction and keep on walking, just keep walking, walking.