This tall nerd shows up knocked out cold. There's no brief waking, no fuzzy coming back to consciousness, just a large guy possibly cosplaying as the LEGO rocketman who gasps back to wakefulness like he'd just been shot or something.

"You shot me!" He yells. His indignation sounds more insulted than anything. It soon melts into guilt as his surroundings come into focus, and then confusion. A confusion that will remain in the back of his mind even after he learns the name and purpose of this place.

before i go landfill diving, does anyone have requests? or want to practice the buddy system?
will trade junk for a gluten-free cupcake to stress eat!

[ even with his breathing mask, ray feels ill. he's wandered out this far despite knowing exactly what the stench would lead to, curiosity leading the way. or maybe his misdirected hope has gotten him again. whatever the cause, he observes the piles of decaying bodies with an almost uncharacteristic solemnity. he laments aloud, thinking he's alone. ]

For once, I don't want to know who's memory this one came from...

[ it's a dragonfly. it's an action figure. no! it's a shrunken nerd in an exo-suit buzzing around whatever it is you're doing. is he under a book you're trying to read? trapped in a vent you taped shut? being stalked by a pet of yours and in need of rescue?

you tell me, for this here is a wildcard and i roll with anything so feel free to get out your fly swatter... ]