>> Adam: FUCKING DO SOMETHING

[Roger Smith]

"Who even needs this many trees?"

Out of mild frustration, Adam punched one of the trees as he passed them. He immediately regretted this decision. "One day soon I will have my revenge against you foliated fiends. And you will rue the day..." he devolved into incoherent rambling about plant-related threats, continuing on his aimless, meandering and circuitous route back toward the gate to the nexus.

Several hours of directionless wandering later he had reached a distinct conclusion. "I really, really fucking hate all these trees. And I am also really, really lost."

See, Adam, this is why they never let you hold the map.

"Shut up, mysterious disembodied voice!" the angry little timelad grumped, rubbing at his temples. "I don't need any sass from disembodied echoey voices inside my own head right now. I just need to focus. I've already been this way a few times now. I should know the way. Augh."

'Should' being the operative word here, I think. It really was just a straight shot. Good job messing that up.

"I swear to god, if you weren't in my head I would punch you."

But I am. So you can't. NYEH.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK." Adam applied his face to the nearest tree with a sharp, resounding crack. And the annoying little disembodied voice in his head went silent. As did everything else in the vicinity as a loud ringing sound overwrote Major Disgruntlement's ability to hear anything else.

He slowly sank down to lie against the ground, face still more or less against the tree. "....I've made a huge mistake. This was but one of many, but this one stands out." Slowly the ringing faded from his fears, and left only an intense, persistent ache in his head as he dragged himself gate-ward. This was already turning out to be a shitty idea.

He really would have to remember to gift his benefactor a particularly large 'fuck you' flavored gift basket.