The land was pristine, a utopia of green and white. A lake glittered in the late afternoon sun to his left, and that was when he noticed he couldn't see out of his right eye. An older, blonde woman stood before him, a gun pointed at him. She seemed to be speaking to him, but he heard nothing.
"There's only room for one Boss!" A male voice cried from everywhere and yet nowhere. The woman before him screamed out in pain, exploding into red lily petals. The petals then liquified into droplets of blood, staining the flowers where she had once stood.
He flinched and grimaced at a sharp feeling upon his ankle then. Looking down with his working eye, he spotted an angry snake getting ready to bite again.
"Get off," he grunted, kicking the reptile away from him. That bite hurt, damn it!
...But then he was in a room lit by a single fireplace, the warmth of the flames comforting to his left side. He now laid upon some sort of rug crafted from an animal.. the species of which he couldn't turn around to identify at the moment..
The reason was that he was naked, and had a similarly-dressed woman on top of him, gently kissing at his neck. His arms reached to drape around his mysterious partner, his body exhausted from what he assumed was a night of carefree sex...
...And he felt a sharp pinch against his right hand. That snake, the reptile he'd kicked away before, slithered along the oblivious woman's back to look him eye to eye, flicking its tongue in irritation.
Having had enough and pondering the taste, he reached up to grab the cursed thing. It felt ... fibrous?