Lola swore she was dreaming - she had to be. And, not just a daydream, either - she could wake up from those - but a full fleged, deep sleep (or maybe drug) induced dream.
The last thing she remembered was blacking out, but even that in itself was a little blurry. There she was, sitting on the couch, her straw to her lips and a sour expression on her face from Isaac's taunting, when Issac started reading aloud the game introduction, and...
Magically, she passed out. Maybe it wasn't Diet Coke she was drinking, or maybe someone had slipped her something - essentially, the only one she really knew there was Isaac - when she wasn't looking, because...maybe she was an easy target. Or, maybe this was an actual daydream, one that was so intense, so magnificent, that Lola just couldn't wake up.
Startled, she looked at herself, glancing down at the tight, silvery grey armor covering her body - replacing her vintage dress - and gasped. "What..." was all she could say before noticing the iron sword at her hip, causing her to gasp yet again. She was...
The knight. She was in the game! And, this setting...this wasn't any normal place! It was...fantastic.
Bewildered, she pulled herself off the ground, carefully grabbing a nearby willow tree for support and being cautious not to hurt her legs. The armor weighed much more than she imagined and was very, very tight on her skin, so she could already feel the stiffness in her legs turn into a dull, painful ache.
She held herself up right against the tree, massaging her right leg as she glanced around the field, noticing the crossroad sign, and marveling at how beautiful this tree was. Her eyes widened. "This...can't be normal."