Out of your apartment window, you looked out and saw a crackhead with a bike and one big refrigerator. Jackpot! You GOTTA get close and film this! You rushed out with your camcorder and began filming the crackhead, who was carrying the fridge on his shoulder. By himself, no third party support. Now THIS will disprove your rival class group's theory that all crackheads are weak! But, unfortunately for you, you were a bit too close and the crackhead unintentionally swung the refrigerator at you, knocking you out cold.

Time passes and you finally wake up. How long were you out? You don't know. What you did know was that the grass looked a bit strange. Instead of green, they looked more pinkish. And the trees looked off, the bark was dark purple-ish and the leaves had the same tint as the grass. Where the hell are you? You're practically freaking out at this point. Not only are you unsure of your whereabouts, but it doesn't even look like it's inhabited by any human life whatsoever. Your phone still has signal, but it's not connected to your subscribed ISP. In its place are what you think are unpronounceable symbols. The wind pushes a map of the area, designated "Happy Tree Town" on said map, into your face. The moment you picked it up, you realized something. There may not be any going back home.

Now that you, for no given context other than being slammed by a refrigerator, are at this point, what do you do?