Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26318250-20180724071346/@comment-26318250-20180728075542

Denver, Colorado

48 hours before The End of the Human World

"Seems like the End of the World only applied to the other world." Hash spoke out, the first words I heard since the teleportation.

I turned around. The portal was there, lodged inside of the dirty brick wall behind us. We were in some alleyway between two buildings. The alleyway was filled with trash, with objects scattered on the ground and garbage bags sitting there for years.

"Yes." Fico responded.

Hood was the next one to speak: "However, chances are the pastas will target this world next. They got Minecraft..."

"They caught us off guard" I finished.

"Somehow, they escaped the prison, and because they haven't used their powers for years, they are now more powerful than ever before. Null was never able to turn things into darkness, but he does it now." Hash continued: "But what do we do now?"

"I don't know. But first, we need to see where we are." Hood responded.

We walked out from the alleyway, onto the main street. I couldn't immediately discern what city this was, but I heard English. We were definitely in the United States, based on the accents of people around us.

"May I ask, what city are we in?" I asked a random woman.

She looked at me with disgust: "Denver, why?"

"Oh, just wondering. Thanks!" I replied, and she walked away at a quick pace.