Harribinicach "Mad Harry" Richtsmelt, Male Half-Dwarf Artisan, Crafter, and Alchemist

You curse and kick the smoldering remains of your thopter, before letting loose a long stream of piss on it. Muttering constantly to yourself, you resolve for the hundredth time not to pilot new machines while drunk off your ass.

Reaching into your infinity bag, you picture a strange mushroom that just might make walking towards the capital not be a total waste of your time, and pull out the fungus. You bite into its leathery cap with strong, square teeth. It screams something foul and unintelligible at you, and you quickly chew and take a second even larger bite, cutting off its annoying, high pitched voice.

The next sixteen hours are a blur of colors, arguments with long-dead family members, fist fights with first a sarcastic tree and then a rock that looked at you really nasty; and finally a good amount of time digging, trying to find a swarm of fairies with the bodies of worms and burrowing insects that kept flying around you and, just when you begin to grab them, slip underground, wriggling away frustratingly just out of reach of your fingertips.

You begin to approach sanity when you find yourself arguing loudly with a poor farmer that you could turn his covered wagon into half of a fantastic digging construct to try to get all these twisted burrowing fairies that were tormenting you. You give up and curse the stubborn farmer, threatening to ****-feed him his horrified-looking young children as **** for his stupidity, and you find yourself surrounded by the local military.

You exchange a few choice words with them about their blind idiocy, a few more more about arresting the farmer, and they start pointing their weapons at you menacingly. Something about the city being in dire peril was making them very grouchy, and your head begins to pound with them yelling at you to stand down.

Luckily your subconscious has guided your feet much nearer the city, as planned.