It starts with a groan...

You come to the following morning face down in the dirt. You feel sore all over and you've got a nasty taste in your mouth that you hope is just from the dirt.

You roll over onto your back and try to process where you are and what happened last night. You never were a morning person, and it ends up taking you a good minute or so for your brain to warm up. Once it does, you quickly sit up and look around.

You're still pretty close to the side of the road, near the big tree and the rocky outcropping (no wonder your back hurts so much). The goblins are gone, and so is all of your gear. Nothing has been left behind, other than a few discarded and completely inedible food scraps and other detritus.

You stand up on wobbly legs, trying to rub the stiffness out of your muscles with little success and notice practically every inch of your skin is now covered in foul language and crudely drawn genitalia. You take stock of your situation and whimper.

You're hungry, you're sore, you're dirty, you're cold, you're alone, and YOU ARE COMPLETELY NAKED out in the middle of nowhere.