"Dude.... Dude are you OK man?" The boxer's eyes blurred his surroundings and made out a fuzzy blue figure stood right in front of him. His ears felt blocked with water and his entire body stung like a swarm of wasps taken revenge on him for all the times he had trapped them inside a glass.
"I just saw a gigantor fall to his knees like a sinking ship. It was narly man, like you had been taken by the dark side or something." The boxer grumbled at the surfers apperent hippie-like excitement, trying to focus his eyes on the dusty and dimly lit surroundings. He thought back to his encounter the evening before. At least he thought the night had past, the sun appeared to be rising through eh stark cold and dankness of dawn.
He thought he had just been dreaming. A bad dream, maybe a nightmare, granted. But it appeared to be reality. His mind flashed over the moment of contact between his hand and the guard's face several times, like a broken record. As he staggered to his feet and gritted his teeth through the pain of his bruised legs and stomach, he tried to make more logical sense of where he was. It appeared like an old ruined long lost city of the Aztec tribes or the Roman empire or something, like he had read about when he was a child. He just couldn't understand.
As his eyes cleared and the dusty and crumbling surface of the towering structures that surrounded the courtyard he found himself in came into focus, he suddenly realised: He turned to his strange companion and looked puzzled. He boomed out inquisitively in his Viking-like voice: "Why do you have a snowboard?"
The stranger just laughed, as if it was normal to walk around with a snowboard under your arm, through the wilderness that he found himself in. "I am a Snowboard Guy man!" He exclaimed through the chuckles.
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