Mount Apikuni No one 'round here's good at keeping their eyes closed.

Thorleif had no idea how long he had spent staring into the moss on the mountainside.  It seemed like days, but in reality was only seconds.  He pondered over the intricate complexities of life whilst reveling in what could be considered a zhen like state, when he realized that he had his mouth open.  He had been collecting flies on his tongue.  He chomped down hard, trying to eat them.  Most of the flies had flown off, but some had flown the wrong way.  

Thorleif hacked and begun to panic.  He drooled and slobbered and rolled on the ground, hacking until two small dots flew out of his throat.  Breathing heavily, he stared at the flies who had try to possess his body and had failed.  Grunting in satisfaction and pride, Thorleif lowered his head, licked up the two flies, and ate them.  It was clear this world wanted him dead, but time and time again, Thorleif showed that lady luck did appear to have a bias.