The Mountains, they speak to me.

Picture this: You’re standing facing one of the most beautiful mountain ranges in the world. The abundance of trees is swaying peacefully in the wind, the sunrays are peaking out from behind the rise in the rocky surface of the range, its pure bliss. That is, until it speaks to you. No, literally, the mountains are speaking to you. 

Ok so you have a landmass that’s talking to you, and you don’t know what to do. Here’s what you do; You listen to its voice. What if its trying to tell you something and you just run away because you’re scared? That won’t cut it, so take note… 

The first contestants are obviously mountains. Now I have a good theory of a mountain’s voice, it would be British. An old, wise, British grandpa. Clearly because of the white peaks, British people have white hair when they get old. Usually. They also act very proper, and I feel like a mountain would tell you to “have a jolly good day.”