1st Hatred - Welcome to Mayfield

[hell_wheel]

[Wanyudo wakes up. That's the first sign something is wrong.

The fact he is in a bed is the second.

Looking around, he closes his eyes and focuses on returning home. Nothing happens. He feels weird. Wrong. He can't return, though, and he can't change. Both of those things bother him and he sits up in bed and frowns. The room has pictures. Including him and a lovely young woman. Oh, and a couple of kids as well.

Moving from the bed, he goes to the closet, noting the clothes before picking out an outfit and snagging a classy hat. Well, he's dressed and his head is covered. The clothes fit at least.

This didn't look like Japan, so the next order of business was figuring out where. Walking over to the phone, picking it up and trying to dial information.]

[Phone | Everyone]

[An older man's voice comes over the phone.]

Hello? Information?

Hello?

Comments

[hell_wheel]

That would make things easier to understand at least.

Do you have a theory?

[busy_fists]

Well, I never said I had one of those either.

[hell_wheel]

That was just an old man hoping, I suppose.

Okay then, have you ever heard of the Hell Correspondants.

[busy_fists]

What is that, a new biker gang?

[hell_wheel]

It'd be a good name for one, but I am afraid not.

So, what should an old man watch out for here?

[busy_fists]

The monthly plots by the town to kill us or get us to kill each other for them. Mainly that, really.

[hell_wheel]

Monthly? When is the next one?

[busy_fists]

If their usual pattern holds up, probably on St. Patrick's Day. A week from today.

[hell_wheel]

Thank you for the warning.

[busy_fists]

Are you familiar with the holiday at all? If not, expect their prank to involve the color green, tiny little Irishmen with pots of gold, four-leaf clovers, alcohol, or any combination of the above.

[hell_wheel]

I'm not...

... That is a strange holiday.

[busy_fists]

I promise it all fits together in a way that mostly makes sense.

[hell_wheel]

I will have to take your word for it.

How long hav eyou been here, if you do not mind me asking?

[busy_fists]

About four months now.

[hell_wheel]

Is it a big change for you, this place?

[busy_fists]

Compared to where I was before coming here, it's a lot different. I wouldn't actually call it any more dangerous, though.

[hell_wheel]

Danger is fairly relative to who you are, I would think.

[busy_fists]

That's true.

[hell_wheel]

So, are you dangerous?

[busy_fists]

I can handle myself in a fight if it comes down to it, if that's what you mean. But I don't go out looking for trouble.

[hell_wheel]

The latter was bit more important.

Are there a lot out there that do?

[busy_fists]

There are a few.

[hell_wheel]

Then I will have to watch out.

[busy_fists]

Good luck. My advice is to make some friends you can count on in a crisis.

[hell_wheel]

Well, as that tends to describe me, I will do my best.