Daddy Kickassitude

[It happens suddenly: he knows the communicator likes to record things without him knowing it but he forgot something else did if he didn't use it to post after a certain period of time: shocking the living crap out them.]

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

[A normal person would shake it off, curse the communicator, and be on their way. However, this wasn't in Adam's case: it was a shock that caused him to loose his memories...

The device falls from his hands, showing the man stumbling due to it. There's a groan and a hiss before-]

NNNGH!

[Adam's form leaves the camera's view and there's sounds of something crashing. It's most likely him running into things on accident due to the shock and the camera shuts off.]


*Audio*

[It's been a couple hours since that fiasco and he's breathing rather heavy. Prior to this, he did pass out due to killer migraine.]

 I remember. Everything.

[The screen turns on as the face of a man in his late twenties appears. He is of Asian descent with short black hair and dark brown eyes with a look of confusion etched on his face. The man breaths deeply as he studies the area he is currently in, holding the screen up to reveal a few buildings but not enough to pinpoint his location.]


So I was right on how this thing works...looks like the DS systems back home. This is really a strange place. I can't even figure out how I got here. I haven't felt this bad since Rocky, Tommy, and I overdid on tequlia during college, minus the hangover.


[He looks at the screen again.]



So, there are no signs pointing out where I am but if anyone hears or sees this, I would like some answers. By the way, my name's Adam.