{{First I/you would wake up then do a back flip and land on back wheels but kept going, too.}}
{{I try waking up. :3}}

You wake up. That is to say, the numbness of your sleep is replaced by the feel of teeth biting down on your helmet. Concentrating on the feel of the teeth you rouse yourself from your unwanted slumber to see... Well, it appears as though you are currently looking into the maw of some animal. What kind, you cannot tell. Though it seems the animal appears to be unaware of your return to sentience and keeps on chewing on your helmet. Ignoring - or spurred by, you cannot tell - the sudden realization that your head is being chewed on (if not now, then very soon) the rest of your mind starts to reassemble itself into some form of working order. As the pieces of your mind starts to dredge itself into working order, you feel a vague urge to do a back flip.

It seems as though it will take a while for you to become cognizant enough to be able to do anything than think, look into the beast throat and be aware that your helm is being chewed on.

Still, what are you going to do?

{{Stab it with my Glacius.}}

Even if you could move your arms to stab the beast, you don't think you have a Glacius on you at this very moment. It seems as though the only things you can do now is contemplate and wait until your strength returns to you.

What do you do until then?

{{Smash its head open with my hands, eat its flesh to regain stength, wear its fur as a set, use the bones as makeshift swords.}}

You think that is a very good idea! Of course you also think that asphyxiating yourself is an equally good idea at the moment. But who cares? You move your limbs sluggishly towards where you think the beast is. The beast quite obviously sensed this, as evidenced by the fact it is currently bounding off into the distance. But before it leaves it gives a high-pitched whelp of surprise. And the full-bodied, dirty white tail cements the identity of the beast as a wolver.
And without any other beast nearby you are unable to do what you wanted to do to it. Eventually you are able to draw enough air into your lungs in order to stop your mind blacking out. Maybe being unconscious for... however long you were out for wasn't that good for you?

{{I then decide to use some energy to use it's remeaining unedible parts as a makeshift blast bomb.}}

That thought sparks two tangential thoughts within you. The first is that your thoughts have become incredibly macabre lately, with talks of turning remains of, presumably, dead wolvers into bombs. And secondly, you need to check how much energy you have left. You bring up your e-gauge counter to check energy levels and see that your mist tank is empty and your crystal energy stands at 123. You think that the damned thing must be faulty since it read at least 50 when you last checked, which was back on the eleva-... The realisation dawns upon you slowly as you quickly turn the counter over to examine the small tank attached to the back of it. And, it is as you expected. The tank has a massive hole in it, consistent with a monsters bite. You let out a sigh as you realise you will not be able to store any mist energy until you get a replacement tank.

You put the e-gauge back and then stand up, wondering 'What should I do now?'

Now now, Tohru-Adachi, no retroactive editing of command-posts. It just makes the entire thing harder. Having to scrap a post and make it again using different inputs. I'll tolerate it this once, but try to make sure your command-posts are the ones you want used before you enter 'save'.

{{Luckily, I have enough energy to do a CE rev, restoring me to some sort of strength. The creature is stunned and dazed. It's knocked out, and I feel hungry}}

Your not sure on the principle of Energy Revives since you've been unconscious for quite a while, and your brain still has to get past 'basic processes of life' and 'higher-level thinking' and into 'memories'. But you do feel slightly hungry, that is true. Probably due to being unconscious.

{{Smash its head open with my hands to kill it, eat its flesh to regain stength, wear its fur as a set, use the bones as makeshift swords.}}

You think this is a great idea! And you move your arms as fast as they can towards where you thinks it's head is. Unfortunately it lets go of your helm and gives a whelp of surprise before bounding off into the distance. The last thing you see is a full-bodied, dirty white tail, held up high in the air, cementing the beasts identity as a wolver. And you don't think there are any other beasts in the vicinity which you can kill, eat, wear, and use as a weapon. Your slightly sad.

{{The shield oddly ris shapped like a Ribcage? It eminates smoke and has a dark feeling...}}

And that is the last incoherent, slightly macabre, though you have before you finally rouse yourself into full awareness of self and surroundings. The first thing you do (Well, second if you count becoming fully cognizant as a 'thing') is check your e-gauge counter. You see that it tells you, in no uncertain means, that you have 0 mist energy and 123 crystal energy. The 0 mist energy issue irks you and makes you think the machine is broken, right up until you turn it over and see the mist tank attached to the back of it having a massive hole in it, consistent with that of a bite. The tank is now devoid of any energy it may have once held, although some energy keeps steaming out it intermittently as the mechanism which drives it stubbornly keeps pumping out energy into a form which you can use. However, without an appropriate receptacle there is no viable way for you to use it.

You give a drawn out sigh before returning the e-gauge back to where you secreted it on your body. You then stand up and think to yourself 'What should I do now?'

{{You decide to look at the gate map,then try going back to haven, or looking fort an party or an elevator, which ever comes first....}}

That seems an okay plan to follow. You bring out your datapad to check the gate map, but even as you do so you think that you probably won't be able to do that. The pad is badly damaged with the case badly battered and the screen being cracked. Of course its not so bad that you can't power it up and navigate the various options. Even a cursory glance shows you that whilst it may be functional, it may not work to its full extent.
With another heavy sigh you get to the task of figuring out what works. The minimap appears to be scrambled, but it does seem as though some functionality remains. Instead of sending out a continuous pulse to get an uptodate image of the surrounding area, it can only send out one pulse every so often to get a very vague image. And it has to be done manually. Of course, you never used the minimap anyway, so no big loss there; the next thing is to check whether you can QUIT back to haven. You try the Quantum.Urgent.avoIdance.Trigger on the side of the pad, but it doesn't work. Seems like its broken. And since you have no idea how it works, there is very little chance of you fixing it; your event hub app appears to be working, for the fat lump of help that is; your mail system seems to be in working order, although without sending and receiving an email you can't really tell; your Social application appears to show all of your friends name, all 5 of the random people you met. And since it wouldn't allow you to interact with it outside of entering and exiting it it appears to be frozen; your arsenal displays you as having absolutely nothing, despite you knowing you don't. Yeah, its broken; the equipment tab shows you as having a ProtoSword as your everything. Once again, its broken; the progress tab seems decent, showing accurate gate progress, but showing inaccurate Tier progress. You worked hard for that Tier 2 access, dammit!; and you never payed much attention to your achievements; without saying, the Party Finder is broken and the Missions application is functional, but it will have no tangible effect on your current situation. As for everything else, its broken irredeemably.

Well, that was depressing as all hell. Guess you might as well focus on something else to get your mind of this. Maybe figuring out where the hell you are would help with that?

{{You get attacked by several greavers, their nest on the nearby elevator, you try and find the nest, despite owning only shadow weapons.....}}

Suddenly, Greavers! Fortunately their nest is nowhere nearby or else you would have been swarmed into oblivion in seconds. As it stands you only have to face three of them at once. Although, the idea of combat kick-starts another train of thought, what have you got?

This is where you guys can decide what Ghret is wearing. From his - recently chewed - helm to his weapons and shield. I'll give you guys a day before I take in all the suggestions and turn them into something Ghret can actually use.

Okay, let's get this over and done with. Before my motivation leaves me once again.

The Greavers fly in a 'v' formation with the, obviously, stronger Greaver at the point of the formation. From their marking you can tell that they are all of the Ruby persuasion. The ones at the sides appear to be Tier 1, whilst the one at the front looks like a Tier 2.
From what you can remember about Grievers is that they belong to the Fiend family of Monsters. Which should mean that they are weak to Piercing attacks, and resistant to Shadow attacks. Everything other damage type is fair game.
You also remember that the colour of their marking show not only their type, but also affliction they can render through their bullets and that horrible miasma after they perform a dive-strike. Thankfully, the miasma and bullets are seemingly reserved for the Tier 2 and 3's, respectively. Unfortunately, since that one Greaver is Tier 2 is is most definitely able to leave a miasma behind; and since they are all Ruby Greavers, they are cable of infusing Fire into their attacks. You hate all Status Afflictions, but you hate fire the most, alongside Shock and Stun.

{{He is wearing marone skinny jeans, kustoms, a brown shirt, and a blue cotton jumper. He wears a pot for a hat, holds a knife as a weapon, and uses his hat-pot lid as a shield.

If he is not wearing that, then he is wearing a panda costume.}}

You left your casual clothes and panda costume back in your home.

{{Failing that, he is wearing a Mercurial Demo Helm, a Snarbolax Coat, has a Force Buckler, a Callahan, and a Cold Iron Vanquisher.}}

Whilst a Mercurial Demo Helm and a Snarbolax Coat would be the best equipment possible, at least in your opinion, you have never once ventured into a Shadow Lair, nor have you even acquired the Recipe for either of these pieces of armour. So, instead, you'll have to satisfy yourself with a Heavy Demo Helm - that you wore today out of whimsy - and a Dusker Coat.
And whilst you wish you had a Callahan, you'll have to be content with it progenitor, the Magnus. It's the same principle, right? One-shot, lotsa damage. And a Cold Iron Vanquisher would be useful, if it wasn't so damn slow, that is. But you do have its slightly faster father, the Cold Iron Carver, slung underneath the Horned Owlite Shield on your back.
Which has somehow turned into a Force Buckler? What the hell? This thing is garbage! Where the hell did the damn Owlite go?!

{{Force Buckler, Nightlade, Blackhawk.}}

Yeah, you've got your Force Buckler. Actually, y'know what? Damn this shield! You'd rather use another sword than this shield. And that is exactly what you do. You throw the shield down and draw your Nightlade-- You mean Nightblade. You always have a Nightblade attached to the right side of your hip since there is no such thing as overkill. Overkill? What is that? Some kind of ice-cream? You've never heard of that word nor its concept! HaHaHaHa!

But in all seriousness, you better get ready for this battle. And so you do.

You lower the Demo Helm's visor; Put the Cold Iron Carver in your left hand and the Nightblade in the other; Leave the Force Buckler on the floor; Wished that you had any gun from the Antigua line; Sling the Magnus around your back to make yourself look cooler; And you wish that you had kept your Blast Bomb on you when you fell, that or your illegal Firotech Alchemer.

Okay. It's time. Time to kill these Greavers.

Okay, sorry for being gone so long. I just ran out of motivation and energy. There is no other contributing factor than those two. As for that "epic" BATTLE scene I was talking about? Yeah, its going to take another day. Mainly due to be running out of motivation. But don't worry, I will put the BATTLE scene up! Eventually.

{{...}}

It seems that the voices in your head have fallen silent, guess you might as well see what mats those Greavers had. From the T1 Greavers you manage to recover three pieces of Frayed Fabric and 2 lumps of Brimstone; the remains of the T2 Greaver quickly decomposed into dual pieces of Fine Fabric.
Of course since your Arsenal is being uncooperative you have nowhere to put it... Unless... Yep. Turns out that the UI was bugged, and the actual software was working; all that was needed was attempting to insert an object into your Arsenal in order to reboot the system... Hard. Now you can access your Arsenal and everything you have stored in it! Of course, you can't retrieve anything yet until you can interface with an Arsenal Station.
After putting your spoils into your Arsenal and sheathing your blades and placing your Magnus back into its back-holster, you finally take a good look around you. You are surrounded on three sides by a quick drop off into the depths of the Clockworks, whilst directly in front of you lies a path lined by metal plates and archaic - even more so than the rest of the Clockworks - remnants of long-abandoned construction efforts. Here and there the underlying structure is visible through gaps in the metal plating. The flooring follows the theme of decrepit construction with rusted and wonky panels strewn all over the place, and clumps of purple grass popping up through whatever gap they can find.

Well, watcha gonna do now?

Sorry for taking so long. I thought about abandoning this adventure, but since no-one made any suggestions I was able railroad the story to a point where we can continue on with the actual story, rather than stay in the grassy outcropping where we landed.