Biff woke up in his cottage like he did every single day, but something was slightly different. For one thing, he wasn’t in his cottage at all, but in some temple like structure, if people worshipped swords in pedestals.
The walls had a pull liquid moving through tubes, all leading to the pedestal, with glowing sword seemingly stuck in it.
Biff heard a voice tell him, “Go to this temple, obtain the sword.”
‘Well, easier said than done, mystical disembodied voice guy,’ Biff thought.
”I never said it was going to be easy,” The voice said.
“Why do I have to do it?,” Biff asked the voice.
”Because, we have chosen you.” The voice awnsered.
”Like, in a raffle or something?” Biff asked the voice.
But Biff couldn’t get the anwsers he wanted. He had to wake up in his cozy cottage at some point.