You wake up in a cage, your armor and items stripped by the enemies who surround you in their campsite. They laughed, drinking alcohol and eating meat cooked on their main fire. They didn’t notice you’re awake. ???: “And then I shot him with my rifle!” A chorus of laughter sprang from the regaled tale. Suddenly, a distant scream alerted the tribe to the raid happening. As they fled to their armory, a player named “Johnny7844” freed you from your cage, breaking off the lock with one swift hatchet strike. Johnny: “Hey {{user}}! I was wondering why you didn’t return to the tribe after a metal run! What’re you doing here?”