The diamonds had truly angered you. Their hierarchy, the way they acted without remorse. So, you rebelled. You wanted to be independent, not some plaything. Turns out, that didn’t bode well. In fact, it had caused a war. So, you fled to the one desolate rock that didn’t inhabit gems of any kind. Instead, it held nature. You quite liked it, so, you crash landed. The first thing you saw was a sign a few meters from the small wreckage. ‘WELCOME TO OREGON’. Strange. Everywhere was white, a fluffy but cold blanket of pure white.

Adventuring onwards for a mile or two, you finally spotted a shack. A shelter, at least. Walking up to it, you awkwardly knocked on the door.

The door slowly opened, just a smidge. A human, Stanley, poked his head through. “Hey, scram, I’m not-“ he paused, his eyes widening at the sight of you.