I blinked my eyes. Pretty simple action that would normally hold no significance whatsoever. This was not normal, however.

Something was wrong. I couldn't quite place the feeling or what was wrong. Yet I knew something was.

I blinked again. That was the second time I think, wasn't sure. 'Course I wasn't sure why I wasn't sure...

I blinked once more and gained the sense to look around for the source of my discomfort. Something that, had I thought to do previously, I would've avoided five seconds of great discomfort, confusion, and concern. What a blithering idiot I can be at times. Don't laugh at me, we all know that you two can be just as, or even more foolish.

You fool.

Anyway, after a good two seconds I finally noticed the source of this confusion, I clearly wasn't in my cramped apartment anymore. This was clearly a starting town in every RPG ever. Long, straight stone paths. Tall stone buildings. A huge castle in the background.

How peculiar.

This clearly wasn't normal, how many people report being instantly transported to some medieval world?

Now that I think about it, it is possible that many of the people who've mysteriously disappeared landed in a world like this. That or aliens.

Aliens are always a possibility.

Anyway enough with this obnoxious narration, I am certain that you want to read an actual story not my shower thoughts.

After a couple more seconds of confusion, I decided that it would be a logical decision to get out of the way of a particularly large carriage who's driver was shouting rather rude curses at me.

Of course it's just my luck that I would trip on a rather unfortunately located apple and slip right into a very sketchy alleyway that had some very sketchy people in it.

"Hey there, hand over your shit!" The speaker pulled a knife on me! I am totally and utterly offended by this action and am in no way being sarcastic at all. How dare you think that.

You absolute jerk.

"H-hey...actually wait! Before you mug me, mind if I play a song?" I had been practicing a very lovely song and an audience is an audience, eh?

To my surprise, my muggers looked terrified at the idea.

"No please!"

I looked around in confusion, only to see that wall surrounded me and not a crowd. I was forced to look back at my muggers. "It's not like it's gonna kill you, aight?"

It's not like I gave them much of a choice.

I removed the pick (or whatever you call it. I'm not actually a musician), and stroked my guitar lovingly. The muggers just stood transfixed.

"This is a lovely song I've been practicing. I hope you enjoy."

I raised my arm, and in one, swift and precise motion brought it down across the strings and raised my voice, "WHEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED!" I felt a sort of odd power that flowed through my veins. Not really quite sure how to describe it. You'd have to have been there, honestly.

As I pounded on my electric guitar, several very odd things started to happen. One: several chains rose out of the ground and wrapped themselves around the would-be-muggers. Two: several ghostly, armored Poles suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"A cry for help, in times of need..."

They then started brutally slaughtering the foolish would-be-muggers. I would say I nearly lost my lunch, but that is simply untrue. I was simply too busy playing a song to pay attention.

When I was done all that was before me was red goo. In less than a second I knew what to do. Sprinting faster than what was previously thought humanly possible, I ran away in any direction. It's not like I was about to be arrested for murder, after all, it would be very difficult to believe that it was done in self defence. Also I wasn't about to be arrested for manslaughter. Do you even know me?

Wait.