I was staring at the wall of a cell as I had been doing for the past 11 days, I had not been given any food and more importantly water for this entire period of time, My throat felt like a desert without a oasis and i’m pretty sure a sponge didn’t have shit on me when it came to absorbency. As for why I was slowly but surely transforming into a skeleton in a bedless, lightless, concrete cell I certainly was certainly not here by choice, As I didn't lock myself in conrete cells because it was vacation day. I had been leading a peaceful protest against our government as they had instituted laws that censored free speech against the government and made indentured servitude to banks and corporate entities once again legal, I prided myself on doing what I believed to be right and being If not a saint, at least a kind man. I volunteered at animal shelters in my spare time, helped out at soup kitchens or homeless shelters and worked as a medic for Red Cross, so naturally when the good ole US of A started levying business practices and laws for itself and against the people I spoke out anyway I could.
Apparently someone out their took exception to that. So here I was Gabriel Norris wasting away in a cell who knows where, I cringed as another wave of grief struck me as my body managed to make more chemicals for me to feel, I knew I should be crying, but after the 4th day without water no more tears would fall. The sadness passed quickly and the over pervading sense of apathy returned. I knew I was going to die soon, I hadn’t been able to move for the past hour or so as my body didn’t have enough fuel in it to even manage to crawl, I felt my body slowly going numb, my fingertips and toes not having blood flow quickly enough through them to actually keep the flesh alive anymore. I had no idea why I got the idea or urge to do so but I was suddenly struck with the urge to pray, which was unusual for me as I was completely indifferent to the concept of religion.
I was incapable of speaking or clasping my hands at this point in time some I simply said the words in my head “Dear God or Satan or whatever powers that be may be out there, all I ever wanted was to help people, to make a difference for other people in this world, to make people smile and laugh, to make sure they have the ability to do the same without my help, to have all the selfish, rotten, greedy assholes of the planet go live on the fucking moon for all I care, as long they don’t hurt other people. All I ever wanted was to not just feed one mouth while a million others starve, to not just save only one life when 2 people die every second.
Please whatever powers may be out there I have almost never asked for someone elses help ever, just allow me this small selfishness and give me just one chance to have the potential to change the world whether it be this one or another, all I ever wanted to do was help, amen or whatever your supposed to say at the end of these” By the time I had finished my small prayer my lower body and arms had both gone completely numb, in a clinical and detached way it was interesting to feel the hands of death slowly snake it’s way up my body as my flesh turned cold, it wormed its way onto my heart and stopped my conscious dead in its tracks as I noticed the absence of my heart beating, concepts I once knew slowly become incomprehensible as my brain shut down piece by piece, the building blocks of knowledge and reason I used to understand the world being slowly but surely torn away. Minutes later I was looking over my body in a third person perspective unable to put what I currently felt into words as I lacked a brain, but If I could i would probably say I felt resigned.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
I slowly began to fade, as I felt there was somewhere I was supposed to be going, but as I began to fade away to whatever the afterlife was, whether that be eternal buttfucking by horny demons, or the magical land of sugarplum fairies called heaven, that most of the people on earth beleived in, but as I felt what seemed to be the final seconds between my conscious fading from this world and into the next, I blinked and something pulled, I felt like I being stretched and pulled a ludicrous amount of distance, while simultaneously being pushed in a infinitely small container of some variety, suffice to say it felt extremely uncomfortable. when I opened my eyes I was hale and hearty, lying in a field of green grass with the wind in my hair and dirt on my back without the horrible all pervading thirst and hunger that had been my hellish companion throughout all that time in a cell, for a lack of a better word I was once again whole and no longer doing my best skeleton impersonation.
This would all be very idyllic If not for the big blue screen blocking my vision of the place.
Welcome User Gabriel Norris
Hello User Gabriel Norris, Your plea to the universe has been heard and answered by the goddess Valencia of this world whose domain is justice and selflessness, in an effort to help the world that had been tearing apart at the seams because of the efforts of evil men and eviler monsters, she has used the last of her power to summon one of pure heart from another plane of existence to champion her cause, and to give this champion whatever advantages they can to once again bring her light to the world, good luck, you'll need it.
You have been awarded 100,000 karma points to spend on advantages to help to survive and thrive in this world, choose wisely.
It would seem that i asked and I received, I was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth no matter how crazy the situation was, so I guess it was time to take a few deep breaths and figure how comparable my life was to a light novel now. Whatever the case, it was time to get to work. I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to stay calm despite the inherent madness of the situation, as panic would not benefit me at all in this situation, I looked toward the screen as it slowly faded away, and intoned to myself "alright let's see what we have to work with here.”
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