Of Bugs and Men: First Day at Apollo's Feet

My first memory was being shaken awake:

“C’mon newbs! Time to get up!” I opened my eyes to a gruff looking man standing over me. He was older, but not over thirty. He was well built with dark hair, and had a bit of scruff. He was dressed in a haggard cloth skirt that was dirty and torn.

I sat up in confusion and looked around. There was a squad of about twenty men all dressed in the same way as the one that stood at my feet. Some were standing around impatiently; others were shaking awake some passed out individuals laying on the ground. I looked down to find that I was dressed in a skirt like garment too. The ground I was sitting on was wood (or what seemed like wood) but the terrain went on forever. Glancing around, it appeared that I was in some kind of room- but on a massive scale. In the distance was what looked like a huge desk and next to that were the doors of a closet that towered miles into the sky. To my right was a huge post. Looking up, I could see it connect to what looked like a massive bed. And the smell: the smell that filled my nostrils could only be described as teenage boy…or maybe a locker room.