Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
((Sorry, life got busy and batteries died.))
Connor awoke with the same grunt like every morning and went to turn off his alarm clock. Rolling over, he flings his arm out in the general direction the clock was supposed to be, and found that it was not there. Opening his eyes, he sees that he is in a strange room, completely grey, and he was wearing grey clothes. He definitely hadn't put those on before he went to bed the night before, so why was he wearing them now? And where the hell was he? There was a door, so perhaps the answers were behind it. Walking over, he gives the door a try, fully expecting it to be locked. When it opens easily, he is rather shocked.
Connor awoke with the same grunt like every morning and went to turn off his alarm clock. Rolling over, he flings his arm out in the general direction the clock was supposed to be, and found that it was not there. Opening his eyes, he sees that he is in a strange room, completely grey, and he was wearing grey clothes. He definitely hadn't put those on before he went to bed the night before, so why was he wearing them now? And where the hell was he? There was a door, so perhaps the answers were behind it. Walking over, he gives the door a try, fully expecting it to be locked. When it opens easily, he is rather shocked.