13 paces west along the deer trail. Seems easy enough. 1, 2, 3, 4.... If only this storm would let up a bit... Is that lightning?

......

The next thing you know, you wake up to the sunrise. The contents of your backpack charred and scattered among a suspicious pile of rocks next to you. But something else is off. You look down and see that you're now wearing nothing but a toga. What's going on? As you stand up, you hear a crackling sound descend from the heavens.



"Hercules, my son - welcome back! Sorry to interrupt your letterboxing. Don't worry, you'll get plenty more of that soon enough. I have a bit of a problem... You see, all the gods up here were getting tired of being, well, stuck in ancient times. Too many smitten scrolls and such. We upgraded to a Golden Apple operating system, but while syncing up all our old records, we accidentally lost all of... um... Greek mythology. Ooops... Shoulda read those Terms & Conditions. Anyway, we need you to do a few labors again. You don't mind, right?"



"Say what?"



"Don't worry, you don't actually need to do all your labors again. We all remember what happens. You just need to go through a few tasks to sort out this mess, you know, to prove that what happened actually happened."



Well, I am out here in the pouring rain searching for hidden plastic... can't get much crazier than that... Sure, why not?



"Before you can begin on the labors, you must prove yourself worthy. Complete the following geographic training that will prepare you for your soon-to-come travels around the world."