OOC: Since nobody else apparantly wants to play this, I don't feel bad about messing around. Let's deus ex machina it up!!
IN: Jean Claude Van Damme sauntered into the town, his bag of holding slung over his shoulder. He took a puff off his cigar, then gazed around at his surroundings. A movie theatre stood off to the left, advertising movies Mr. Van Damme hadn't even heard about. To the right stood a shopping mall. Jean Claude recognized only names of clothing stores and a single toy store. The rest seemed to be locally owned.
This was not a town for Jean Claude Van Damme. No sirree. He turned around and walked away, exhaling smoke in front of him, obscuring his vision. When he started paying attention again, he was in another town. Hmm, he thought, I didn't think there was a town so damn close to that one... He kept walking, but eventually he started noticing things like the post office and the local bank, all with Green Hollow in the name. He tried to ignore it and kept walking. After a while, he came across a theatre to his right and a mall to his left. He instantly recognized these as the ones he had come across before. "What the..." he muttered, confused as hell. He plopped down his bag and withdrew a large stuffed tiger, sitting roughly 6 ft tall. He then set off back into the town hoping he would never see that tiger again.
Alas, the tiger sat exactly where he had left it when he approached from the other side. This sorcery would prove troubling. Suddenly extremely pissed off, Jean Claude drew a LAW tube from his bag and launched it at the theatre's sign, the explosion sending those little plastic letter slide thingies everywhere.
His rage subsided and Jean Claude cast aside the now-empty tube and sat, pouting.
OOC: Your move, mister GM...