Chapter 2: Reinhardt Lost
After falling into the ocean, Reinhardt was carried away by the waves. His almighty Dire Thunder had created a powerful storm, and the tides took him far away from Fridge. Not even the lifeguard could save him!
The seawater tried to get in Reinhardt's lungs to kill him, but the lungs just kicked its ass, and told it to fuck off. Eventually, he washed up on a beach on a different continent called Sacae. It was a faraway land that no one from Fridge had ever heard of. A bitch with long green hair and big boobies found Reinhardt, and took him into a tent to rest. He slept there for 17 hours, 51 minutes and 32 seconds, and then woke up.
"Hi", said the bitch. "Are you a pirate? Because if you are, I'm going to chop your balls off. Otherwise, can I have your babies?"
"No", said Reinhardt, after checking he did not have a pegleg or an eyepatch. "But I don't want to have your babies, because you live in a teepee, and therefore probably have AIDS."
"Oh, ok", she said. "I'm Lyn. I'm the last surviving member of the Lorca Tribe. Bandits came in the night and killed the rest. They didn't notice me, due to my lack of character."
"Got it", Reinhardt nodded. "I'm... wait, who the fuck am I? Uhh... I recall the name... Leif? But I'm not gay, so that can't be my name. Hmm... I don't know, just call me Mark, I guess. Mark Pence."
Lyn nodded. "I think we will get along just fine."