Nestor wanted to eject himself out of the Athena cabin with some random emergency ejection propulsion system secretly installed in it. Sadly no such button exists. He decided to take a stroll in the forest for a change, to get away from the discussion at Camp started by a bunch of Trekkie demigods, prime subject goes to quantum physics. LAME, Nestor thought. That was incomprehensible despite being a Trekkie. He liked explosions, gunfights, deaths, explosions, explosions, deaths, explosion, basic comprehensible science and explosions instead of complex unrealistic imaginary astrophysics. Scratch all of that.
His long but pleasant walk eventually maneuvered him to the darkest edges of the forest. Into Darkness, he thought. Being stupidly recklessly risky, he moved even further. Until his pleasant walk ended when he stopped at an abandoned building.
The design looked unstable. Cracks and rifts opened and ran along the walls, now stained. The door itself looked tattered, the handle barely staying in place. Windows all shattered. This is the perfect picture of an abandoned building in Manhattan. But he thought: what the hell. And Nestor pushed open the door.
His long but pleasant walk eventually maneuvered him to the darkest edges of the forest. Into Darkness, he thought. Being stupidly recklessly risky, he moved even further. Until his pleasant walk ended when he stopped at an abandoned building.
The design looked unstable. Cracks and rifts opened and ran along the walls, now stained. The door itself looked tattered, the handle barely staying in place. Windows all shattered. This is the perfect picture of an abandoned building in Manhattan. But he thought: what the hell. And Nestor pushed open the door.