Culture Shock Origins: Aurik Wilhelm

Location: unknown, unknown. two days before capture.

I awake to something licking my nose. I open my eyes to see a small bunny on my chest, his paws on my chin. He sees my eyes open before jumping off of me and sitting on the ground staring at me, his little nose twitching. "What are you doing back here little guy?" I ask, slowly lowering my hand to it's head, rubbing it's ears. "Wow, you are really trusting, aren't you?" The bunny looks at me, and to my surprise, nods. He then hops over to my left pant leg before shoving his head into my pocket, pulling out the rest of my cookie from the night before. "Hey, that's mine." I say, reaching for it, only to have him run past me and into the forest. "That little shit." I say before laying my head back against the tree. I look up and see that it's almost noon. I get up, stretching and cracking my knuckles. I grab my rifle and begin looking around me. "I guess it's time to do some recon." I say as I crouch down. I then make my way to what I can only assume is West.

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After an hour, I spot a huge mountain range through the trees. It's nowhere close to where I am, yet it stretches above the trees. I see something odd about the mountain. taking a look through my scope, I see a small gold and white spire reaching just past the mountain. Iv'e never seen anything like that in Germany, maybe I really was transported somewhere else. I chuckle at the thought. "That's ridiculous." I make my way through the treeline into a plain. Going prone, I look through my scope, surveying the area. I spot a few small horses off in the distance. I check my eyes to make sure I'm not seeing things, but they are multi colored and have these strange marks on there asses. I feel bad for the poor farmer who now has to wash his horses. I see them move off and into some trees. Slowly getting up I pull my radio and push the button... Nothing, not even a beep. "Dammit, I must've left the thing on over night." I put the radio back on my vest and make my way through the clearing. I approach a small river, I lift up my weapons over my head and make my way across. once I'm over, I put my pistol back in the soaking holster and sling my rifle. I see smoke up ahead, wait, it's moving, All of a sudden a whistle. It must be a train. I get up, running towards the smoke, I run over a hill just to see a pink caboose turn around a small hill, leaving me behind. "Dammit!" I say, kicking the tracks. I immediately regret it, pain surges through my foot as I begin jumping around, holding my foot. "Fuck fuck fuck, that stings." I say through clenched teeth.

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After about two hours of walking, it begins to get dark as I make my way towards a ridge off in the distance. I approach it with caution, slowing my steps, I step on a loose rock, losing my footing. "OH SHIT!" I yell as I slip on some rocks, sending me sliding down the hill and into a raging river. My gear and I go completely submerged for several seconds as I try to fight the current. My head comes bobbing up to see a low hanging branch. Thinking fast, I grab onto it, my arms straining as I pull myself up onto dry land. I turn onto my back and just lay there a few minutes, the grass tickling my neck as I catch my breath. "Holy shit, that was insane." I pull myself up only to be confronted by an old medieval castle. How did I not notice that? I can't be in Germany anymore, we don't have any castles with this kind of... architecture. I look down at my gear, my G36 is completely waterlogged. I sling it on my back and pull out my Glock Commando knife. I make my way around and approach from the front. It looks abandoned, the way the windows are smashed and the ceiling is caving in, it should hopefully prove a good place to stay for the night. I push through the gigantic front doors and make my way up the stairs, admiring the architecture and the decor. I stop, pulling out my flashlight and shining it on two banners, one golden with a white horse with wings and a horn on it while the other one is blue with a blue horse with wings and a horn on it. I've studied history and empires and kingdoms of other countries and I've never seen these before. I continue my way up the stairs, past an old library filled with old books, and enter a long throne room. At the end are two thrones, one with a golden banner above it while the other had a blue banner above it. Making my way over, I notice a table in the corner and promptly walk over to it, putting all my gear on it. I lay my G36 down taking it apart piece by piece, letting the pieces dry. I do the same for my pistol. I'm completely vulnerable without them so I need to be careful.

Once I'm done pulling everything apart, I walk over to one of the thrones and sit down on it. I look up through the ceiling to see the moon, it's radiant beauty compelling me to stare at it. I look down and see my weapons on the table. Getting up, I walk over and pick up the pieces of my G36, checking them each before putting them back together. I pull out a silencer and fasten it on my rifle. Loading a magazine, I pull the cocking lever back. Feeling it rock back into place, I aim for a candle on the far wall and pull the trigger.

TCHH

The candle flies off the candle holder and falls to the ground. I aim for more candles, blowing them all off the walls. I set my rifle down and check my pistol, putting a silencer on. I leave the throne room and enter the library, grabbing the first few books I see. I set up a few books from the old library on a table about thirty yards away. I aim and take fire.

TCH

Down goes one book, it flies off the table in a burst of paper and leather, hitting the ground with a large thud. I bask in my marksmanship skills before shooting the rest of the books.

"Alright," I say, holstering my pistol. "My weapons still work." I lift my hand to my chin, rubbing it. "Now to find a place to sleep." The thrones aren't that comfortable and I figure that if the tables and books are all still here, there has to be a bed somewhere. I relish in the thought of sleeping on a bed, the feel of not having twigs and whatnot stuck in my pants being a wonderful thought. I exited the throne room and began searching for a bed, making my way through the many halls. I approach a room, with a singular bed, containing the same color scheme as the blue banners on the wall. I walk over jumping on the bed, regretting it as a huge plume of dust jumps up. I cough and wheeze a few moments, before getting up and brushing myself off. I see a dresser and walk over to it, wondering what royalty really wore back then. I open it up, surprised to see horse shoes, reins, and a few saddles. "What the fuck!?" I say aloud. "What kind of fucked up things were these people into!?" I slam the drawer shut, dust settling to the ground. One can only imagine the things people used those for back then...

After getting all the dust off the bed, I lock the door and settle in for the night pulling the soft blue blankets over me, as I slip into my dreams.