I wake up in a forest surrounded by hillbilly animal folk. Truly this is the day my life has been building toward! Many months pass as I befriend the locals, and we spend our days playing bluegrass in the noonday sun, and having whimsical adventures in the woods. It is not to last, however, as the paradox of a human creator existing in his own universe causes the whole place to collapse, and space-time spits me back out in my computer room where no time has passed since I left.
Consumed by bitterness and self-loathing, I angrily throw an empty beer bottle as hard as I can.