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>Your name is Anonymous.
>Anon for short.
>You awake infront of a glowing red portal that closes as soon as you open your eyes, the ground beneath your feet scorched and still smoldering.
>The last thing you remember is leaving your home to go to your dead end office job that hates you just as much as you hate it.
"What the fuck." You grumble.
>You reach to the back of your head to find a bit of blood.Must have smashed it when you wound up here.
>As you stand your vision is still blurry, you manage to look around and see what looks like thatched roof huts in disrepair on branches, the ground a dark looking slate rock.
"Where the hell am I?"
>Just as you ask you are answered with what sounds like the screech of an owl.
>You look back to just in time to see a large brown and white bird-thing take a swipe at your face.
>You have just enough time to turn and stumble forward and fall to your knees.
>The swipe misses and you come face to face with a creature you have only read about in greek myth a griffon.
