[b]Something Greek[/b] [i]00:54, Ollimand, Middle of Nowhere[/i] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/235329136/0/0/1]Cast[/url] lie face-down in the grasslands. For the first time since the attack of that portal goddess, he stood up. Where was he? He felt the cut on his left cheek. It was scabbed up, now. He felt around the pocket of his jeans. No Dramchas. That damn woman stole them all. But he did still have his universal remote. He hit [i]000[/i] then hit [i]2[/i]. The infared eye of the remote began to act as a flashlight sending a circle of white light into the ground as he walked around in the grasslands. [spoiler]Open. Intro[/spoiler]