"Oi, Matty! You wanna go surf?"
The voice of his friends woke Matty up from a seemingly eternal slumber, and as he tossed aside a piece of tropical tree leave off his eyes and rolled up to sitting, his head was spinning and his mind sluggish. The visions of his friends running along the beach was blurry, and they looked nothing more like pale yellow dots in a blue backdrop of the sky and sea.
That blue, however, is the ocean that surrounds the entirety of the Down Under place, the south-most island of the known Olympus prime world, and it enjoyed the tropical weather year round, giving birth to a relaxed culture that Matty grew up in.
Matty rubbed his eyes before yawning lightly and standing up from his wooden bench when he heard the ruffles of the leaves from besides him.
