The warlord looked around the marketplace, sweat beading on his forehead. How had he ended up here? Shutting his eyes from the blinding sun, he tried, anxiously, to remember. His army had followed him to cocoon this vast city, ready to defeat the merciless and protect those in need. After that…blackness. Frustrated he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind. The giggles of the city woke him from his daze, unbashful laughter drowning him in embarrassment. Turning red, he looked down at the horrific site. He was butt naked, lying in the middle of the busy street surrounded by hundreds of empty cups… what had happened?