Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180226172453/@comment-26892768-20180227020644

I slowly wake up, getting up and seeing that I'm in an unfamiliar room. I try to recall how I got here, but no luck.

"Either I got drugged or someone spiked my Sodastream..." I sarcastically remark to myself. More to try to lighten my mood than anything else.

Then I notice something. A metal suitcase - and I recognize the kind of metal; I use the stuff all over my house because being an anthropomorphic bird that's constantly on fire means things tend to get hot without any sort of protection.

"Well, hello there mysterious suitcase that may or may not be relevant to myself..." I grab the suitcase, and, noticing a door, I exit the room.