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Your eyes slowly open to a bright, bright, clear and sunny day.

HOLY SHIT!

In your time period, growing up in the megacities of Earth, the sun was almost always completely obscured by the haze of pollution. You stand up and find yourself in a world filled with fresh, clean air. It's so amazing!

But where are you?

After slowly standing up, you look down at yourself; your body remains exactly as you were, but now you are wearing different clothes; simple, black clothes sewn together by hand, with a simple pair of trousers, and an actually fine coat.

You look like one of those prototypical pilgrims you see as a decoration whenever Thanksgiving rolls around.

Wait a minute, is that where you are? In pilgrim times? They couldn't have sent you to a more ancient or exotic time period, like ancient Rome or some shit?

"Rise and shine, soldier," Alejandra's voice slyly whispers in your ear. "Welcome to pilgrim times."

You find that you are in an alleyway, surrounded by houses made out of high wooden walls. Stepping forward and out of the alley, you find yourself in the village square. People dressed in similar clothes to the ones you are wearing are going about their daily business. The ground is muddy, the buildings quaint, but there is activity all around you, and some of the colors of the clothes people are wearing are rather easy on the eyes, even if most of the chicks here are wearing that stupid apron thing on their heads. Besides that, you notice a couple horses, a blacksmith's shop and, perhaps most tellingly, a gallows.

Two events catch your attention.

To your right, you notice a woman in a jet black dress. You don't exactly get a good luck at her to gauge her hotness, but you're pretty sure you saw a red 'A' on sewn on her dress. Wasn't that like some old book or something, where the red A meant she was a slut or some shit? That would explain why people had given her a wide berth as she walked. Maybe she's an easy lay?

To your left, you see something that upsets you. A rather fat and disheveled man, clearly drunk, is yelling at who you assume to be his wife, who seems to be exasperated with rather than intimidated by the fellow. And man, for a fucking pilgrim, you can see she is stacked with some fat fucking tits, and her face seems kind of fine as well. In any case, it doesn't exactly make you happy, seeing this asshole be a bully, and you don't think it would be hard to make a good impression on the wife.