27th of Procidens, 5018.
A crew of men found themselves in the middle of a random forest, wearing protective coats to keep them warm. The leaves on the trees, which all used to be made up and filled with green leaves, making a lush green forest, have all turned orange and fallen down to the ground.
Being the end of autumn, bits of snow are seen falling down to the ground. It appears the winter may have arrived just a little earlier than expected. The snow started to slowly cover every inch of land, the group can see.
"God damn it! Why did they have to send us to this damn job! And why now specifically? This is the worst time ever to do this! Can't they have asked us to do it before?" one of the group members complained.