Nice, thank you.

Whoa, the portal device took me to balmy southern Florida in July. XD

...Then, after a few weeks of work without too many problems, a new clan called Hotline Miami arrived to the village, and killed a bunch of people. Nobody was sure what they wanted, maybe they just enjoy suffering...

Thank you

I struggle to gather my momentum as I'm blinded by bright strobing lights. Beats of loud techno fill my ears. It's mixed with samples of slamming doors, shattering glass, gun shots, sirens and dogs barking... Oddly, I don't see a DJ anywhere. The sound booth is splattered with chunky red drips and puddles. Someone must have really made a mess of their cocktail.
Straight ahead, I see some amazing contours and valleys. My eyes adjust and I realize it's not a landscape, but a bosomy chest. There's rasping in my ear. Warm puffs of air flow across my face. I look up to see the chiseled face of a horse. After I moment I realize it's just a woman wearing a horse mask. I think I might be in some sort of a furry swingers club.
I suddenly feel awkward. I'm not dressed for this, not to mention I haven't bathed for days, unless you count being doused in water by Kate after she practically burnt me alive in an oil fire. At least she wasn't as crazy as that Fae chick, claiming to be a time traveler... Pffft..., as if 'that's' possible. I could put on my beaked mask. I still have it in my back pocket. A nice man gave it to me at a bank a few portals back. He'd asked me to hold his sack so he could find something for the teller.
I decide it's too warm and humid for the mask. The horse woman asks if I'm feeling okay. She suggests I rest. She suddenly screams and lurches forward. If anyone isn't feeling well, I'm guessing it's her. I met a nice doctor at the clinic on that tropical island. He was a college educated man and the place was regularly visited by their Predisente, but I have no idea how to tell her how to get there.
Near the bar, a row of cockroaches seem to be doing the Samba, their hard shelled bodies bouncing with the base. But I'm guessing this place has bigger things to worry about than a visit by a health inspector. Guys dressed in black are filling up the room, shouting things in a language I don't understand. I think they might be angry about something.
I figure it's time I flip the switch to my portal. The horse girl isn't looking ready for a good time. Playing pool is out. Wearing animal masks must make people really clumsy. Puddles of red are dripping to the floor from the pool table. Someone must have gone and spilled their Bloody Mary all over the table. Bodies are slumped all around. It must be this heat.
My portal ends up way on the other side of the club. I rush towards my shimmery blue exit, catching my reflection in a full length mirror, which surrounds a brass pole. With the strobe lights going, I look like a pix-elated man sprinting off, in synch with the beat of the sound.

You land on a beach. It's a nice change. The safety of warm sea breeze overwhelms you, you drop on your back, with arms splayed and start laughing.

"Son, are you okay?"

Two cops are standing above you. You are processing the situation. After dinosaur chase dealing with cops should not be such a challenge, but it is.

"Look at him, Sonny, he is high as kite. Stand up, kid. What have you been taking?"

"Nothing, sir..."

"I don't believe you for a New York minute, kid"

Sigh, next portal.