You awaken on a simple bed in a small room with plain wooden walls and a flimsy looking wooden door. Beside you, assuming it hasn't been moved since you went to sleep, is a humble but trusty backpack with a few supplies for your journey. The room rocks gently up and down as you lie in bed staring at the wooden planks above you. At the moment your mind still rests partly in the loosening grasp of morning grogginess.
(Here's how it's gonna go down. You post stuff, I tell you what happens. Sometimes I'll take the first reply. Sometimes I'll handle it democratically by counting up what everyone said and going with that. Sometimes I'll combine your posts into some Frankenstein amalgamation of their intent. Sometimes I'll play them all out in sequence, Twitch Plays Pokemon style. It depends on what I feel like at the time. Good luck and try to find all the easter eggs.)