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You come to lying on the ground, feeling cool air on parts of your body where you shouldn’t. You try to rise and your head hurts. Touching it with your hand, you find profuse bleeding from a nasty cut and a painful bump. Lose 2 VITALS points.

You’re just clear of the woods, and have stopped just short of a spiky hedge fence surrounding a grazing field. Small, stocky brown cows stand in a herd just a few hundred yards away, watching you idly.

You find your clothes barely cover you anymore and will need replacing at the earliest opportunity. At least it isn’t winter. You find your backpack, both straps now destroyed, only a few feet away. The holding section has held together, and you find all your possessions inside, jumbled up, but more or less intact.

You set out toward where you think the path might be. The sun is high in the sky. There’s still a cool breeze, and the birds are singing. You don’t know what evil spirits lurk around the crash site, and it looks like you’ll live to stay ignorant of them.

Turn to 316.