DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN A SWEDISH ACCENT AFTER THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH.
I wake up in some kind of room, bolted to a chair. That's how I know something is going on.
"Wha-where, where am I?" I say as I open my eyes, the room is dim, I can barely make out the silhouette of someone across from me.
"You'll find that out soon enough," Says the silhouette, with a swedish-ish accent.
"Who-wha are you?" I manage to will up the strength to ask.
"I am Bruno, owner of Klüb Ice!"
"What's Klüb Ice?"
Bruno's voice took on a dangerous tone, "I SAID YOU'LL," he stopped himself, " I said you'll find out soon enough, Rölf,"
"Is there another person in this room? Because I'm not Rölf."
"You are now, Minecraftpsyco99, you are now…."
There was a whizz of machinery, then I felt a slight zap, and everything went black…..
"Rölf! Rölf!" A voice says, "Wake up! It's time to pahteeeee!"
"OOH! Did someone say pahty?" I ask, jolting upright. "Wait, who ah you?"
"I'm Olga! Remembah? We had a crazy pahty last night!"
"Oh jah! You're the big hairy illiterate one who got stuck in the bookcase!"
"Jah, that's happened too much. Where's Bruno, he needs to let us out of our Pahty Cages!"
I look around and notice we're locked off from the pahty floor.
"BRUUUUNOOO! WE NEED TO GET OUR UNCEY UNCE ON!"