It's icy out, but you have to drive late to pick up some things for bossman. You skid off the road, through some fencing, and plunge into an ice cold lake. The shock means there's little to no pain. You're fished out of the water by a bunch of Chinese men, in the middle of England. You begin to grumble at the bloody foreigners, when one of them shouts "I knew it!" The other China men look on in astonishment, muttering in mandarin. The English speaking one approaches. "You are real English man, yes?" Puzzled and annoyed, you say nothing. He pulls out a dusty old tome from a rucksack, scanning it to check his pronunciation. "I never hear someone else speak English before" he says. "What, not even on TV? You just learned by reading?" He erupts into excitement, crying tears of joy with his mandarin speaking friends. "You understand me?" He says. "Yes, I suppose you speak it well enough." Glowing with pride, he begins to explain that his friends and family thought it was pointless, learning a dead language like English. "But we pull you out of ice. I know. I see you true Englishman. I will win [chinese sounding] science award for you!" You drop to the ground unconscious as a tranq dart hits your neck. When you awake again, you're in a cage, dressed in tweed and a bowler hat. There's an argument between the Chinese and some strange Arabic-French speaking niggers. One of them, a man known as al Roi-Sheihk Ngubu, seems to not want to let the Chinese take you. The effects of the tranquelizer still present in your body, you lull off back to sleep. When you awake again, the Chinese are gone. There are crowds of niggers and mutt creaturas staring at you, the cage now on a stage with flashing neon lights that spell Bazza l'homme des glaces. 5000 ans! with some arabic like script you can't read attached. The niggers and creaturas begin soying and wooping and making chimp noises in excitement. A few stabbings take place. The smell of cannabis and shit fills your nostrils as the rest of your senses return. You wonder if this is all some terrible nightmare. Or if you drowned and are now in hell, facing the first of a serious of confusing torments. But the truth is far worse. You are alive.