Mark Feeble was just a regular, everyday guy. Well, mostly.

He had a normal job in an office, slaving away every day. He didn't have a wife or a family, he was a loner. But he kept himself busy with his interests. He didn't mind his hermit type life style, only going out every once in a while when absolutely necessary. But it was boring and he did spiral into crisis'... His therapist told him he did actually mind it.

One day, he was minding his business when someone took his wallet and ran. And well, nothing interesting ever happens to him, so he chased the person. He lost sight of them, and while trying to exit the alley he tripped and someone glitched through the ground...

Mark feels himself start to gain consciousness again. The ground under him a slightly moist carpet. He was slowly gaining his senses back, memories coming back to him. He pushed himself up and looked around confused. He was in a mess of yellow walls and buzzing white lights. It was strange. Like a maze.

He didn't understand where he was as he stood on his feet, rubbing his sore head. All he had was himself, and whatever was in his bag. So, he decided to explore.