OOC: This is a placeholder for Mew's first thread, GMed by Tadeusz.  Welcome aboard, Mew!  -- Oak  :)

Mew you're playing League of Legends against some Russian guy.  And he's devilishly quick.  You pull out your best tricks, things that have won before, and they barely slow him down.  Good thing you have this new computer, or else you'd already be toast.

And in the frenzy of full-on WARRE, you knock over the cup of sweet, iced tea.  It goes everywhere. Sparks. smoke. More sparks. You start backing away.

A flash of light....

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There's no pain. You're damp all over, and the rock or concrete under your hands is wet.  You hear a shuffling noise that somehow sounds furtive down past your feet.  Opening your eyes you see the Big Dipper between two multistory brick buildings.  Light rain is falling on your face.

I knew I should have thrown away Steve’s tea before gaming, not like he would have noticed, he loses his drinks all the time. Maybe it was the same mood that made me decide to play PvP on solo-que, or run Sejuani without the bear cavalry skin. Either way that Russian Shaco must have been smirfing, even if he was only silver or something like that. Charging was met with a flash, my ult was dodged with his deceive, but what was really getting under my skin was that I knew on some level I was being played like a fiddle. Then that last Jack-in-the-box just sent me off the deep end.

*sigh* So much for the new computer…But when did I get out side. I’ve never been so mad that I blank out before.

Bigger concern how did I get here?

I check my pockets for the car keys, nope don’t have them. Phone? Yep, right where it belongs. I proceed to check the GPS on my phone (I’m just assuming that it doesn’t work, no internet connection and all.) Well drat. Oh well I can’t have gone too far, I mean this place doesn’t look familiar but I’m to lazy to have walked more than a few miles from home. Presuming, I even walked a mile at that.

My innate since of paranoia starts to kick in at this point.
Let’s investigate that noise.— Better to scare a stranger that means me no harm then to ignore one that does.

You see a dark alley down toward your toes, and a man hunching over your sling bag as he opens it with obvious ill intent.  He looks up at you with startled eyes and haggard face.  He's wearing a blue felt coat, like a Navy jacket, and a knit cap.

Beyond him is a street, and some large, black unfamiliar automobile passes by.  It does have white walls.

I spring to my feet as quickly as possible. "Oi, what do you think your doing!"

Don't talk to him, HIT HIM! He's probably trying to mug you! And why you can't remember much about getting here.

We don't know if he is armed, are you sure we should be getting into a fight? Everything in the bag is replaceable.

ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING!

I reconcile the two trains of thought by standing in an aggressive pose, prepared to charge him if he doesn't flee.

He flinches.

He looks like he's been kicked around by life, more than once.  He also looks distinctly untrustworthy.

And then he runs off, with the bag.

If there is one thing I can't stand it is someone that takes my stuff. No more internal debate, I charge after the guy as fast as I can.

You pelt after him, and he knocks a metal trash can over in your path.  Gathering nerve, you leap it, tagging the top of the barrel with your back foot, and straightening up just in time to see him round the corner to your left.

You come around the corner, and all you see is a long street, dimly lit by some lights, and a 'Bijoux' movie sign looming over the sidewalk down the way.  There are a couple parked cars of really ancient vintage, square sided black things, and one with abundant curves and running boards and painted purple and white.

You don't see him.

Bijoux? Never heard of that before, maybe there’s some kind of foreign film festival going on?

With vintage cars…?

Focus! Where did that little cretan go?

Start at the movie house chances are the clerk saw him run by.

And if he HASN’T?

Then chances are good that he ducked to hide somewhere before reaching that point.

I head down the street towards the movie house, stoping every now and again to look behind things that he could be hiding behind or under.

Move faster we’ll never catch him at this rate!

The odds say he has a record. So even if he does escape us now, a cop knows were to find him.

ARGH! FFffine.