Jinn had already experienced the changed outdoors once. To return to it, after it had cost him his sunglasses, was folly. But he had a purpose and time to spare, so: there he was, among the twisted landscape, hefting a firing weapon shaped like a large and very ornate metal teapot.
His clothes had morphed from bland leather and dark denim into red and black and white, a light suit less appropriate for riding a motorcycle than for prancing around the seaside in decades past. He even had a hat. The air of whimsy was not his preference, but a bit of variety never hurt anyone.
Sword-wielding wasps did. Or they could. The man swinging his blade toward them seemed to have little difficulty in dispatching the buzzing attackers.
Jinn didn't immediately recognize him and so assumed he had to be one of the newer arrivals. He was about to leave the stranger to his slaughtering when a skittering noise rose from the very ground they were standing on. Cracked cobblestones widened their fissures, releasing a flood of ant-like insects. Jinn narrowed his eyes. No. not ant-like at all.
He had seen giant spiders and now wasps; in moments, Jinn's acquaintance of the strange creatures that peopled this place expanded to three distinct kinds - those two and palm-sized scorpions with skull-like heads, which crawled out of the ground and seemed to enlarge with every passing moment.
They had not noticed him yet, but the fighting man had their attention. Liquid sloshed inside the teapot as Jinn adjusted his grip on the weapon and called out, "Behind you!"