Hello, I'm the hero, and if your reading this, you've found my diary Journal!  So yes, I'm screwed and probably dead by now, so yeah... Let us start at the beginning?  That's where most people start right?  I mean I could start with how I got so screwed but that would take a while, and it's a culmination of factors so...

I was born in North Unsript hospital, the big city near the suburb that I lived in till the event.  I grew up in and went to Mourning Woodds elementary school (Yes we know, there was a petition, but it failed since there was history and importance to it.) Then to talle Woodds middle school (Again, partition failure), and finally south Unsript high (This time the petition succeeded!).

No girlfriends unless you count that poster in my room... which I cheated on with some dirty mags and the internet.

So now I'm a 19 yo with no job (I quit) and no college tuition (We did have it... but it all got pissed away on way or another... I do have a car though!).

Oh yes, I should put something in here about truck-kun!  He's an annoying persistent asshole!

So, since I'm starting with my backstory I should talk about truck-kun! That's the anime trope that sends you to the other world(s).  It's also real... ish.  SO, don't start jumping in front of trucks yet.  You see 'truck-kun' is just one of the ways, and if you're going to be summoned by truck-kun  then you're going to be summoned, so don't bother diving in front of some random truck to get magic powers.

I first met truck-kun when I was a little kid, I had my ball and I kicked it into the street.  Of course I wasn't dumb enough to actually go after it.  But some dude dove in front of a speeding truck to save 'me' anyway... from across the street... when I hadn't moved.  I did get my ball back.

The next time I met truck-kun was when I was in middle school... I met him a lot in middle school.  Anyway, truck-kun, yes, so there was this chick, a little girl, that was about to dive in front of a truck (I don't know why) and I was still into soccer back then.  So instead of jumping in front of her and getting run over, I kicked her in the face with my soccer ball, or football for those assholes that want to confuse people by butchering words, language and culture.

Anyway, she did a flip (Which was awesume and hilarious) and was barely safe from truck-kun (The sexist bastard).  Of course her family sued us, but it didn't go very far.  We had to pay the Dr.'s fee for her broken nose but that was it.  Of course you would think she was murdered, and that I wasn't saving her sorry ass.  Oh, but my ball did smash into a fifth story window, so I had to pay for that too.  That, I admit to being my mistake... of doing it to save that sorry bitches life!

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Anyway, just give me a moment, I don't like remembering that bitch.  So yes, saved the chick's life.  But truck-kun was not done, oh no.  I ran into truck-kun no less than six times during middle school.  It got so bad that the state mad several laws all with my name on them, because I needed the 'look both ways before crossing the street' law in my name.  That made me a popular riaju in middle and high school.

anyway, truck-kun slowed down in high school, but he didn't stop, he had a plan this time.  He ran through the freaking wall, got eight other kids too.  But no, truck-kun was not done, because I survived.  Because I saw him coming and got at least half a dozen people out of the way.  Because truck-kun will not stop till he has his target.

So truck-kun t-boned cars around me.  So truck-kun smashed up houses and properties in my area.  Heck, truck-kun even smashed into the tour cruise I was looking forward to on my senior year.  Oh, and the entire time, just to let you know, I was memorizing all the tech I could, I can even build a cell-phone with stone tools, because I am well aware truck-kun will eventually get me.  I just wasn't aware of what lengths truck-kun was willing to go.

On a backpacking trip with my friends (Because I also did physical exercise and heavy survival training) I got got by truck-kun.  I was backpacking in the middle of the far north, no civilization, nothing for hundreds of miles... but I heard a plane.  Now, a plane is not truck-kun, a plane has nothing to do with truck-kun.  But when you are at the ass end of nowhere, with everywhere literally below you, then any technology that pops up is weird.  And when things get weird prepare for truck-kun.

So I looked up at this plane, flying straight over my head.  I watched it while my friends walked away, thinking I was just being my strange self.  And I saw truck-kun drop out of a freaking plane, to dive bomb me.

Yeah, there are no words.

So here I am, truck-kun coming towards me, with my friends all around me.  So I ran.  Not towards them, not away from them, back towards the direction of where the plane came from.  I figured that inertia might make it harder, and that I could warn my friends if truck-kun was going to go after them.  Luckily, I suppose, he went after me.  And he also completely ignored the rules of physics.  Welp, anyways I kept running, truck-kun kept chasing and I eventually got an up close look at his grill.  And what do you know?  He came all the way from Ja...

Well anyway, that's how I got here, to where I am now.  Of course, like any flight, domestic, international, interdimensional, I had to go through customs...