Face first into the trees

[Roger Smith]

Righting himself from his second meeting with the ground in the short timespan he had spent in this tree-filled 'verse, Adam brushed the dirt and various detritus from himself as best he could. Even with the supernatural cleanliness-retaining properties of the amazingly comfortable -- if not quite 'stylish' -- action pajamas of a God Tier player, it was surely dirt that was his greatest nemesis. Dirt, or perhaps wet sand. They were most definitely in league with each other in some strange...unholy union of minor annoyance.

He finally turned his attention back to his surroundings, alighting on the ground to get an Adam's eye view of the area, and try and get a general idea of where to go. His lack of anything approaching wilderness experience quickly showed itself as he grew more and more confused and frustrated. He assumed it would be easy enough to pick out some kind of trail or semi-worn path, what with the general idea being that people who came here generally went in common enough directions to leave some manner of trail.

He didn't find one, perhaps not realizing that there were just as liable to be as many trails as people who came through the gate.

Giving up on finding any sort of more easily-followed trail, he resolved to simply pick out a direction at random, and head that way, and see what he might find. Whatever it was, it was most certainly going to be less terrible than what he had seen so far. He would just need to remember to be careful, and not...run into any more trees.