Sta.sh
Right now you aren't entirely sure who, what, or where you are—animal, mineral, or vegetable? This is a rather common occurrence for you. What you feel most like is a vegetable, you decide. Presently you recall that your name is probably Frankie Batman Sketchez. “Yes,” you think to yourself. “I am Frankie.” Just where you are is still very vague.
When you try to focus on your surroundings you find they consist of a lot of motion blurs and streaks of light. Here and there are scattered a handful of half-forgotten faces among the crowd. The mysterious rumbling sound you hear is punctuated by people shouting your name over and over. You decide that you must be very popular, and that the masses are cheering your name because you are some kind of rock god / sex god / whatever.
Another spasm of your brain shifting gears and suddenly you actually do see the world around you, and find you are standing in the middle of a Spanish street with countless bulls and matadors running straight at you. Also there are tomatoes flying everywhere. You tip your head to the side, and stare at the approaching stampede. The stampede draws near. The air around you is filled with question marks.
At the last possible second you see a shiny thing in a nearby alley and wander towards it in a fit of confusion.
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