[ WP ] tell me the story that 's been waiting for the right prompt .

`` This, this is man's country,'' Tyrone said to himself as he marveled at the lush, green wilderness that lay before him. 
 Tyrone had never been out of the city before, but he wanted to explore the world beyond what he knew. He had been watching videos and reading books and articles on camping, and nature, and survival, and all of the related subjects for the past few months. And now, here he was, just on the edge of it all. 
 Tyrone removed his large pack from the trunk of his car and hoisted it on his back. Tyrone had been lifting weights since his freshman year of high school and felt prepared to carry the fifty pounds of gear on his back throughout his adventure. In fact, he felt prepared for all parts of his adventure. He had complete confidence in himself. 
 Tyrone started walking down the main trail and immediately started to notice the beauty and calmness of the forest he was in. 
 `` Ai n't no concrete jungle can beat THIS,'' he chuckled to himself. 
 Tyrone followed the main trail for about one and a half miles before coming to a fork. Tyrone thought of a poem he had read by some famous poet that talked about taking the scenic route ( or something like that ). 
 `` Damn, hard choice,'' he contemplated. `` They both look less travelled.'' 
 Tyrone decided to go left since he was left handed. This trail wound every which way while steadily increasing in elevation. Tyrone felt like he was going to end up back where he started as he tried to keep track of the direction changes. Finally, he came to a clearing where the tall grasses had overgrown the trail. He saw where the trail started again on the other side, but decided to find a place to make camp since it was getting late into the evening. 
 Tyrone found a nice place on the edge of the wide clearing where the grass was much shorter and the trees created a nice canopy. He slid his pack off his back and started to assemble his tent. The tent was put up relatively quickly, and so Tyrone started the fire. Within a forty-five minute period, Tyrone had successfully assembled his camp. He sat down in his lawn chair and heaved a hefty sigh. 
 Tyrone looked out over the clearing full of grasses and admired their unappreciated beauty. He looked to the tops of the trees and the forest beyond, and it filled him with joyful complacency. The videos and books did it no justice, he thought. The sun began to set behind the trees opposite to him, and he watched as it sank into oblivion and into the starry night sky. 
 Tyrone gazed into the clearest sky he had ever seen. The stars and the moon shined brighter than he had ever witnessed. As he studied the night sky, thoughts started popping into his head. 
 Tyrone found it to be amazing that through all of this wilderness, he was the only person there. It felt no different to him than when he was surrounded by people in the city, though. It was as if he had always been alone. He began to wonder if there was anything truth behind that. He wondered if all the people he knew and had seen he had just created and all the scenarios he and those people were involved in were just fake and he only made them up to give his life purpose and make it exciting. The thoughts suddenly made him angry, and he cursed himself for thinking such outlandish and ridiculous thoughts. He concentrated on the beautiful sky again. 
 Tyrone finally felt the blanket of fatigue cover him after a long day of hiking through the forest. He let the fire burn itself out and retired to his sleeping bag in his tent. He let sleep overtake him, and he entered unconsciousness as satisfied as ever.
