Desert. Horribly hot. Frequent sandstorms, chance of huge sandworms. Not life, but survival. Fighting for every sip of water. Fatigue washes over you. You've just been kicked out of your small camp of fellow survivors for crippling a comrade in a delirium of exhaustion. The sand is going down, everything is swimming before my eyes, the sun is terribly hot, it is simply impossible to go any further. Taking a deep breath, you look around one last time before your steps slowed completely and you fell unconscious onto the hot sand.

You see emptiness, under your feet it's like quicksand that literally crushes your knees into flesh. Your screams come out only as quiet squeaks. The sand reaches your ribs, the pain is unbearable and then...

You woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. Looking around quickly, you realized that you were in... a sleeping bag, with several boxes and a tent standing around. Oh, everything is spinning... Trying to come to your senses, you hear an awkward chuckle and a voice behind your shoulder.

"Eh, haha... yo, calm down!"