You know the deal so I don't need to type it out but you do notice the demonic angel is holding up two fingers as you slip inside your body and wonder how many fingers the thing has.

You don't think too hard on it and wake up to find you're in the back of a cart fully of lumpy cloth. A turn of your head reveals those lumps of cloth are the clothing upon people. Dead people. You're on a death cart.

Gross.

Before you scream and scurry away you see who is drivng the cart and it's the same blue haired, tiny woman that shot you last. "Shit," you mumbles before you can sensor your self. She turns around with that same maniacal grin and the puts her finger to her lips.

"Sshhhh," she shushes and motions for you to lie down. You do, not wanting to die again. It may be getting predictable but it still hurts. The cart rolls on as you lie among the dead who smell like they may already be rotting. (Don't worry, they just haven't bathed since birth.) Just when you think you can't take anymore of the smell without hurling the cart comes to a stop and the tiny woman beckons you. She doesn't speak but motions for you to follow and points to a large square of cloth she has laid out in the middle of the road. You stand on it and she scowls, then crouches. You copy and the blanket is thrown over your head. She says something while you coruch, covered and confused. There is a pop and you feel as if someone has just turned you inside out. You want to vomit but are afriad it may go the wrong direction if you do and keep down. There's a whoosh and then the cloth is removed. You're no longer in the middle of road.

"Hi!" the tiny woman says as you look around in wonder. You're in a new city but one built to 1:2 scale. Not all the houses are taller than you and none of the gathering crowd is. All you see from your height is a rainbow of small heads. The blue haired one who rescueed/abducted you is addressing them. When she pauses they cheer and rush towards with smiling, hopeful faces. You have no idea what they want of you but at least they are accepting.

Welcome to the gnome village. They like and you need your help and the best part, they want you alive to do it. Keep an eye out for the next chapter of the story in the gnome village. (Estimated time of publication... HAHAHA.
Seriously, I'm working on this when I can. If you want to ace Linear Algebra for me or clean my house, I'd have more time.)