Hans Jache slipped on a tiny grease stain, one of the many that dotted the floor. Normally, it would not be that much of an issue, a scraped knee, or maybe a case of a badly twisted ankle at worst. Unfortunately, the slip caused Hans to go under the badly designed security railing and straight into the jaws of an industrial crusher he operated with little regard for safety protocol.
Hans was crushed too fast to register the pain of his body being pulverized, but he did register the pain of being teleported into another reality, one fiercely resisting atom after another. Mercifully, this pain did not last long, because a fault in the rushed Salvage process deposited him nine kilometers under the surface of the ocean, and he was instantly crushed again, this time by the pressure of the water above him, which he would find ironic if he had the time to think about it.
Kimberly Ross did nothing wrong. Who cares if she forgot to flip the fucking blinker. It should be obvious she was changing lanes, and that damned Volvo had no business being there. Kimberly did not remember how she died in that crash. In fact, Kimberly did not remember anything ever again, because, immediately after her death, she was teleported into a solid rock of a seaside cliff, where she fainted and suffocated to death within minutes.
Lin Shihao saw the ground coming at him awfully fast. The engine of his patrol jet failed, along with the seat ejector, trapping him in a ten million Yen coffin, currently hurling at the ground at nearly Mach Two. The second he's been vaporized by the impact and the explosion, he was instantly put back together in an alien world, or more specifically, in the middle of the woods, right next to a wolf den. Lin’s thrashing and screaming on arrival had attracted the attention of the pack, who saw him as an easy meal. To his credit, Lin went down fighting, crushing the windpipe of one wolf, and gauging the eye of another, before they overwhelmed him. This pack never bothered the strange hairless apes again.
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It was not worth it.
Nakry did not know she died. From her point of view, she simply fell asleep in her tarp tent by the edge of an illegal garbage dump, and woke up, naked and in pain, on a strange grassy plain. For most people, this would be a shocking, traumatic experience. But Nakry experienced so much trauma and hardship in the six decades of her life that there was nothing left of her mind except for an indestructible core that pushed her to survive. She shook off her pain and did what she always had done, shuffling forward, one foot after another, either muttering to herself, or hiding and going quiet as a mouse at any suspicious noise.
At one point, a bobtail panther saw her from a vantage point of a nearby hill. Normally, the panther would give chase, and crush the woman’s neck in its enormous jaws. But this particular specimen already gorged itself on one of the hairless bipeds that started to appear out of thin air, a few days ago. It could not possibly chase after another prey with its stomach already swollen to bursting. It yawned with a burp, and ignored the frail creature trekking through its domain.
It too, was not worth the effort.
The Hungry Green Darkness roused from its slumber and paid attention.
It rained naked apes once more.