Editing Talk:Colin

'''GM:''' You’re making casual conversation with a man named Ned Stark about guns in general, the merits of this and that. Ned had asked you to take him to your indoor firing range and test out a pistol he’d been debating purchasing for his son’s 13th birthday present. Not much of a gun man himself, Ned insisted you fire the weapon to test it for him. You obliged, loading up the weapon’s clip and sending off a target paper while putting on ear muffs and goggles. Not much business had come today, just enough to pay rent for another day, so you weren’t worried about missing any customers. The target paper reaches the end of the course and a red light buzzes overhead, signaling ready. As you raise the firearm, you hear the echoes of a distant conversation between two men. It takes you a second to realize that you shouldn’t be hearing anything at all after you put on the ear muffs, so you lower your weapon. Ned looks at you quizzically. You look around the range, double-checking to make sure you and Ned are the only ones present. Suspicions confirmed, you decide you are alone. The conversation grows more audible; however, you’re still unable to comprehend what the men are saying. A few seconds later, you realize the reason: They’re not speaking English. You listen closely to the conversation, but the only possible conclusion you can draw is that it sounds like it is a vaguely Asian dialect, though one you’ve never heard before. 

''Then you blink.''


'''GM''': You open your eyes. No longer are you surrounded by your familiar gun range. Instead, you stand in an empty room with off-white walls and a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, spreading illumination. Well, the room would be empty except for the 2 tan-skinned men in camouflage pants and green tank tops sitting on the other side talking. The men are heavily muscled and obviously military with their short cropped hair. You realize they’re speaking the same language you’d been hearing just seconds before in your shop. Suddenly, they notice you standing on the other side of the room with a gun in your hand, looking confused and maybe a little terrified. One of the guys grins and stands up.  He reaches down and pulls his 14 inch bowie knife out of its leg sheath, saying something in his unusual language. A second later, however, his voice echoes back around except this time it comes to you in English. “Seems we got our way out, Jordan” he says as he advances on you warily.