1 | Start

Welcome, adventurer! You find yourself at the threshold of infinite possibilities. The world around you is yours to shape and explore.

Where would you like to begin your journey? Perhaps a bustling city, a mysterious forest, a seaside port, or somewhere else entirely? Or tell me - what kind of universe shall we create together?

2 | A rumbling sky, coiled like a charcoal-gray serpent, spins an eye-shaped hole in the clouds—one that glows faintly turquoise, as if some otherworldly light is trying to punch through the gathering storm over central Florida. Below, flooded citrus groves sprawl to every horizon: emerald leaves, glossy and wet, cradle oranges so ripe they hum with color. Between the neat rows of half-submerged trees, knee-deep water mirrors the sky in broken shards, splashing outward beneath the thunderous gait of an armored American alligator the size of a riverboat. Strapped to the reptile’s ridged back is a weather-stained saddle bristling with lasso coils, hunting knives, and the occasional orange blossom snagged on a stirrup. Astride it sits a bearded frontiersman—broad-shouldered in a tobacco-brown vest, scarlet bandanna, and a wide felt hat whose brim throws a sharp shadow across eyes fixed on the horizon. One gloved hand reins the beast with braided leather; the other cradles a comically oversized sandwich wrapped in butcher paper stamped “pubix.” Lettuce frills and tomato slices spill out the sides like confetti, releasing a warm bakery aroma that somehow hangs in the damp, electric air. A pennant rises from his saddle horn: the red-saltire state flag of Florida, its center seal glinting gold, whipping in the gale. The banner’s snapping cracks are nearly drowned out by the droning of giant horseflies—each the size of a child’s fist—hovering in erratic orbits around rider and reptile. Their wings beat translucent blurs; their compound eyes catch stray lightning flashes, throwing pinpricks of emerald and ruby light across the swamp. When one of the flies ventures too close, the gator snaps sideways, jaws clacking like rifle shots, sending concentric ripples racing through orange-studded water. Palmetto trunks punctuate the scene like exclamation points, their tops bent by the oncoming squall. Far off, a line of power poles leans precariously, wires wailing in the wind—testament to some forgotten civilization beyond the marsh. The air tastes of ozone, citrus zest, and the iron tang of rising floodwater. Every element seems poised on the edge of transformation: storm into hurricane, grove into sea, quest into legend.

Magnificent! You've painted a vivid picture of this storm-swept Florida wilderness.

You sit astride your massive gator companion, sandwich in hand, as the supernatural storm swirls overhead. The giant horseflies buzz menacingly while lightning illuminates the flooded groves ahead.

What do you do? Continue toward the power lines? Investigate the strange turquoise eye in the storm? Or something else entirely?

3 | Eat sandwich first

You unwrap the butcher paper, releasing the full aroma of the Publix sub into the electric air. As you take a hearty bite, the flavors explode across your palate - fresh lettuce, ripe tomatoes, and what tastes like perfectly seasoned turkey and ham.

Your gator companion continues its steady pace through the knee-deep water, occasionally snapping at curious horseflies. The sandwich provides a moment of normalcy amid this supernatural Florida storm.

As you chew, you notice the turquoise eye in the storm seems to pulse brighter, almost rhythmically. The power lines ahead sway more violently, and something glints between the distant palmetto trees.

What's your next move?