Grey was stunned as he entered this new world. Trace amounts of adrenaline still flowed through him as he was just looting a wealthy trade vessel. He stared at the gray world. Spots of strange colors and shapes stood out against the bland ground and buildings. There were others walking about and around him as he stood cluelessly in the middle of the sidewalk. It appeared as if the signs scattered everywhere meant something. People walked certain ways and avoided certain spots. This was certainly a lot to learn about this world beyond his imagination.

He noticed above him that lines of odd metal bubbles were flying about. He watched as one of them landed and a person got out. [i]They carry people? They're like small metal bubble ships.[/i] he thought to himself. After a few minutes of taking in the surroundings, a pretty woman came up to him. "Hi. You must be new here. I noticed you're still wearing the gray sweatsuit." He was speechless for a moment trying to gain his bearings. He looked at himself and noticed he was wearing some weird gray clothing. They were pretty comfortable, but what was bad was that his weapons were gone. [b]"Umm, yes. I am new here. What is this place?"[/b]

"This is a utopia. It's a perfect world with no money or hunger or war. Everyone is taken care of and works to take care of others. Everything is free, so if you find clothing store you can find something you like." 

Grey thought about what she said for a moment. A world where everything is free and there is no war. He had trouble grasping it, but he did understand that he could get whatever he wanted as long as he found it, and that he may not need weapons in a world with no war. He was excited that he wouldn't need to wear leather anymore, but not having a weapon made him feel a little vulnerable. 

[b]"Wow, this place is really nice. Would you mind showing me the way to a clothing store?"[/b]

"Sure, just follow me, and I'll show you there's one very nearby." After following her around the corner and down the block, she stopped in front of a glass door and held it open for him. "Here you go. The manager should be able to help you with anymore questions." With that he marveled at the transparent door, as he passed through. 

He looked around the store at all sorts of odd clothes. Some looked vaguely familiar, while others were very new to him. He saw a pair of pants and marveled at how many pockets they had. Fortunately no one was around, because he took his sweat pants off and put the cargos on right there. He left his old pants and moved onto the shirts. He found some t-shirts and was amazed with the colors and designs they had. He eventually found a white shirt with a cutout of Cyrano de Bergerac. [hider=shirt image][img]http://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/cyrano-de-bergerac__120823224226.jpg[/img][/hider] 

An older man came out as he was changing from his gray track jacket into the t-shirt. "May I help you sir?" The old man asked. 

[b]"Hello, I was told everything was free and that I could find new clothes here."[/b] The old man looked him over and noticed that he had just about finished changing, other than his shoes. 

"Well that is true, except that we do ask you don't leave your old clothes lying about. I can take them for you if you don't want to keep them. It also appears you haven't found our selection of shoes. If you'll follow me you can help yourself to a new pair of those as well." Grey followed the man into another part of the store, where aisles of shoes were displayed for all. He began wandering the aisles, amazed at the different types of shoes available. He had typically worn boots, but that was only for utility sake. He had seen sandals before, but had no real use for them. The selection here were more durable than sandals he had seen before. He found a good pair of hiking sandals and traded the for the sneakers he currently wore. 

The old man found him a belt, seeing that his sense of style was very null to begin, and offered it to him. "I believe you may want this as well." Grey took the belt, looped it through and sealed it. [b]"Thank you."[/b] 

With this final touch his new look was complete. He felt awkward in his new garb, but it was a good awkward. Like he had discovered some grand new thing, that would change his life. Maybe that's because he had and it would. He left the store to explore this new world.