The year is 1971. The recently elected Lieutenant Governor of Mississippi has been found with a knife in his throat. Precisely how this came to be the case is a story for another day.
The important thing is that Eric Underwood wakes up, after what feels like just a couple seconds later, in -
Not really? He tries on the first pair, and they don't really give him any particular feeling, and even seem weaker than his previous iron pants. He tries on the second pair, and they also feel like nothing special. He goes to -
- um. He can't actually take off the second pair of golden pants.
What does that mean. Are they too tight or something? Does the armor not come with zippers?
So now what, he's just... perpetually stuck wearing this pair of golden pants, which probably aren't even as strong as the iron pants he has in his inventory?
What about the fishing pole, then. If he tries to fish with it, does its magic powers hook him and prevent him from ever letting go of it?
Nope! Without even having any bait on the hook, he catches a fish within ten seconds.
...wait, no, that's not a fish. That's a saddle.
A saddle. Like what you put on a horse.
The dream is getting stranger and stranger at such a fast rate that he's even more worried than before about his real-world self, but fine. He'll keep fishing while he thinks about what to do.
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