What do you do when you're taken from your world and left in a hostile forest, with nothing but a set of work clothes, a couple of granola bars, a couple of knives, and a note written in a language you can't even understand? Such is what Isaac must deal with. Throw in technicolor ponies 20% too tactile for his taste, and only god knows what'll happen to him.

My first story, so I'm still trying to figure everything out. Tags and Characters will be edited along the way, to better reflect the story as it progresses. Criticism is welcome, but if you don't like my story, please tell me why when you thumb it down.