...all 100 of them suddenly get up and surge towards you, resulting in...
the air pressure around you building so rapidly that [science jargon] [science jargon] instant [science jargon] wormhole [science jargon] and you end up in...
Edit.
Anyone with any science know-how, please don't hate me for that completely flawed post.
Thankfully a sudden wind drags you away from the lethal pie and you drift off westward. You crash to the ground in the middle of Weye, and as you get on your feet and dust yourself off you hear someone behind you shout...