Jane trudged through the jungle, silently staring at his feet, rocket launcher dangling from his shoulder. Eventually, he stumbled forwards into a long-dead city, looked around him and sighed again and slumped down, staring at his feet. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but this only seemed fitting somehow.

As he was looking down at his feet and at the cracked asphalt beneath him, he didn't see the formless mass of color swirl overhead. He only became aware of what was happening when he heard the sounds of marching footsteps. He looked up, only to see a small squadron of mannequins marching towards them. He gasped, stumbled backwards, and raised his weapon, such as it was. "Oh God, you've got to be kidding me. INCOMING!"