>Name thyself "Icarus the Incredible"
>Look AWESOME
"No copyright law in the universe is going to stop me!" ~ Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic ColoursYou decide that Icarus is a cool name, Torris is a cool surname, hoodies and jeans are nice and simple, the androgynous look is in these days, and keyblades are cool.
In short, you look like a teenaged loner who thinks melee weapons with knuckleguards on both sides of the handle make sense. Well, with any luck, you won't see anything worth trying to hit with it (Really, how do people wield these without their hands falling off at the wrist?).
You have the hood down, at least, so you have the peripheral vision you need to notice danger and run away from it.
At any rate, you have the ocean on one side, beach on two, and... desert... on the last. Should you brave the sands, or continue down the beach? Or do you have any other ideas?
>Pick a direction.
i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, baby>Question how in the actual hell a desert can be right adjacent to a bleedin' ocean.
>Strike up a friendly conversation with the ocean.
"No copyright law in the universe is going to stop me!" ~ Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic Colours>Walk down beach >Offer challenge to whatever is watching >Check beach for life >Question geography >Talk to ocean >Get ocean's attention
You wander a few steps down the beach, putting the ocean on your left, and squint ahead for any signs of life or... anything, really. You see nothing. Nevertheless, you get the unmistakable feeling you're being watched, and turn about, swinging your keyblade wildly and shouting "Alright, who's out there? You want some?"
As you do, you realize holding the thing in both hands reduces the wrist-chafing considerably. Okay, so it's a two-handed weapon. You now feel more confident that you can, y'know, use it as one. Well, you won't be doing any overhead strikes without fear of bonking yourself on the head, but it's still better than nothing.
You suddenly realize the ocean's the one watching you. A niggling doubt rises in the back of your mind as to the credulity of this, but it's utterly silenced when you turn to look at it and notice it staring at you, with a sort of stationary wave comprising a face out of various fish.
The face says nothing, but arranges bits of itself to represent somebody raising an eyebrow.
>What do?
i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, baby>Build sandcastle.
"No copyright law in the universe is going to stop me!" ~ Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic Colours"Seen anything interesting lately?"
Another shrug.
"...Do I count?"
...At length, another shrug. The numerous fish making up the face's "mouth" seem to be set in a pretty straight line.
You turn to the desert behind you to ask it if it's seen anything lately, but before your eyes, it starts to shimmer, and your eyes suddenly realize they've been looking at a jungle this whole time. It was a mirage!
...Wait, that doesn't make any fucking sense.
"Ocean, did you see tha..." The "face" in the ocean has disappeared. It probably found something more interesting to silently stare at.
The sky to one direction seems to be getting lighter. You think you've found east: facing the ocean, it's straight to your left. If that's east, though, you're on a northern beach. Which means... you must be south of this planet's equator.
Assuming you're even on... the name isn't even coming to you, but you suddenly have the idea that maybe there are planets that rotate the other way and have their sun going from... aah, enough of this; your head hurts. You've found east; you have a bearing now. That's all you need.
>Pick a direction.
i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, baby

>Be thyself.
You're sitting on a deserted beach, only a couple yards from the water. The sun is nowhere to be seen; it is night. You can see only by the light of the moon and stars.
You have no idea what the fuck is going on. You don't really feel anxious about not knowing what the fuck is going on, but you do feel anxious about not knowing why you don't feel anxious about not knowing what the fuck is going on. You're alone and you have no memories; why aren't you worried?
Okay, let's try and think in a more useful direction. For starters, who are you? What do you look like? You have clothes on, right? Hopefully, you have a weapon or tool of some sort.
>Name thyself, see thyself, clothe thyself, and arm thyself.
i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, baby