An average day with Stone, Vinnie, and Skipp consists of chaos, mostly chaos. The snobs of the world look down upon those with lesser status than they themselves have, leaving those who lurk in the shadows to remain outcasts, ‘Scraps’, as they are called. Stone, Vinnie, and Skipp are all considered ‘Scraps’, the ‘rats’ of the world surviving on what they could scavenge, and living on their, occasionally rocky, friendship. It was a day as average as any other for the group, feasting on the canned beans they’d found, Vinnie joking around, some of her jokes falling flat, but most of them landed.

The sound of something burrowing it’s way up was heard, like a worm, but a huge one.

“...Did anyone hear that-?” Stone mumbled, glancing around cautiously, but before anyone could reply, the ground was practically swept out from under them, pulling them all into a spiraling portal, spitting them out the other side, snapping shut just a quickly, leaving them stranded in this new world.

“Aw. I was just in the middle of eating.” Vinnie huffed, shaking her head whilst looking around with a mix of excitement and caution. Skipp was too flabbergasted to do or say much of anything at the moment, and Stone was too for a moment before snapping out of it.

“I think we have other problems to worry about. We have no clue where we even are.” Stone replied with a subtle frown on his face.

“Well, maybe if we explore we can find something, or someone?” Skipp chimed, finally out of that state of shock. The group mostly agreed, albeit with a bit of caution, but also warranted excitement.