Slash and the Myths
You're driving down the road from your average day, in your average life. Through the years, your friends all moved out of town, but you somehow found your way back. Still, you had found fullness in this life, somehow.
As you're driving, you spot someone on the side of the road-a cute blonde, college-aged. Unable to resist the opportunity to please someone, you pull over and offer, "Can I help you, miss?"
Her seeing your jacket with the name Slash's Body Shop, you see her light up immediately, nodding. After a short examination of the car, you find that all she needs is a simple jump and it should work. You set everything up as normal, preparing everything like you would every day, and confidently say, "Okay, start 'er up." You see something come out of the connection towards you while you try to think what went wrong, and then there's a flash of white.
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You feel a something under your face, sand in your open mouth. As you look around, you find that there is sand for a ways leading up a hill. You're on a beach that looks relatively peaceful. Confusion overtakes you as you see that you weren't mugged or anything, your fishing pole and tackelbox about two yards to your right as well.
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