Prologue

Hello, everyone and welcome, to tonight's show!"

*obviously fake applause*

"This time we will be judging the fate of, Josh Wilding, give a round of applause to our contestant"

*even faker applause*

A a short lanky man suddenly popped into existence on the gleaming wood stage in front of a large screen, and to the side of a podium in which a man with... well my eyes they can't seem to focus! Aha I must strap him down and duct tape his head so it can't move and I can describe him to my readers! No he might just evaporate me. So he is just the undetailed man, k?

The popped in man with the handy-dandy nametag saying

Contestant

Josh Wilding

fell over from the standing position, and curled up on the floor, not crying, just shaking and whimpering, after half a minute the undetailed man seemed to be impatient, then rolled his eyes and snapped his finger, Josh stood up like a marionette, and seemed to relax before opening eyes out of curiosity and becoming frantic when he noticed his surroundings.

"Wha, what? Who are you? Where am I? Where did the truck go?" The surprised man asked.

The undetailed man looked uncomfortable and looked away from the man while almost whistling.

"What? Why are you acting weird" the man said then suddenly looked thoughtful before saying

" nevermind I can't even really see you, so why am I here?"

"Well you died, obviously, and you are here because I need to decide what to reincarnate you as, and here is the place where that happens!"  Smiled the undetailed man.

Josh (the popped in man) took a deep breath, stepped forward, squared his shoulders, took another deep breath just to be sure, then, promptly fainted. The undetailed man looked surprised for a moment, then turned to the nonexistent audience and shouted

"Josh Wilding everyone" before snapping his fingers and the whole stage unpopped out of existence."

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Josh popped back into a existence in a white room that seemed to swirl around him, several different colors occasionally flashed through. As Josh opened his eyes the room stabilized into a kitchen with marbled surfaces.

He was in a open ended rectangle with a sink, a stove/oven, and refrigerator, all in slots in the surfaces. Under the marble countertop were cabinets made out of faux wood, above the countertops were more cabinets, all were filled with various dinnerware, and cooking utensils.

Josh looked around in almost surprise before rubbing his eyes, yawning, and walking out of the kitchen on the tile before peeking into his bedroom, with plain white walls, a plain mattress bed, and a bedside table with a lamp. Josh sighed and walked past the kitchen, to a table with lots of bills and random papers.

He ignored those, obviously, and turned on his computer, a shiny laptop, after settling into the chair, a swively black one, he started browsing through his email deleting almost everything, then started his morning ritual of googling random stuff.

The doorbell rang, Josh sighed before tearing himself away from his computer and walking to the door, he opened the door and stared, blinking, the undetailed man from his tv show dream was back! The man smiled and pushed back into the apartment, as he strode into the large kitchen/living room, he frowned then snapped his fingers.

The room briefly turned back to the swirling white room before stabilizing into a blank concrete room with a metal table and two chairs on either side, on one side of the room a mirror like window covering most of top half of the wall. Josh looked around before sighing and sitting the chair.

"What now?" He asked.

The undetailed man chuckled slightly before sitting in the other chair and adopting a serious expression.

"Well Josh, you died, and while normally released souls are sent to be reprocessed into new bodies, you were killed by a truck."

"Okay, why does me being killed by a truck mater?" Asked Josh confused.

The undetailed man looked uncomfortable and looked away before sighing and turning back to Josh.

"Well a long time ago, souls would be picked randomly for reincarnation, and sent to other worlds with some of their memories or instincts, but then the god of reincarnation and incarnation, got a bit drunk, which is no small feat for a god, anyway he thought it would be funny if only people killed by trucks could reincarnate, and since not many people died by truck, he influenced fate so it would happen more often."

The undetailed man said all this with a pained and embarrassed feeling ( it's not my fault I can't describe his facial expression.)

"You're the god of reincarnation, aren't you" Josh said resignedly.

The unde- god of reincarnation seemed surprised and suspicious,

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be? I get another chance at life, don't I?"

The god of reincarnation quickly nodded his head at Josh's question.

"Yes so what do you want to be reincarnated as? Keep in mind this is your first reincarnation so your choices are limited to very small things, here is a list of everything you could reincarnate as and the combinations" the god of reincarnations (hereby referred to as GR) snapped his fingers and held out his hand that was suddenly holding a smallish blue book.

Josh hesitantly took it and started reading. Several hours later he looked up and said

"So where am I being reincarnated?"

"You will be reincarnated into a world with magic and medieval level tech, there are many beasts from your myths and legends and stories, I can't tell you any more than that." Said the GR apologetically.

"Good, I guess, I wish to reincarnated as an ant hive mind"

"Do mind if I ask why?" The GR asked while looking slightly surprised.

"Well, ants are great builders and omnivores, plus all the other ones seem to be op dung beetles."

"Well okay, I guess I can't fault your logic, good luck" the Gr snapped his fingers and disappeared.

The room reverted to the swirling white, Josh looked around surprised, and  felt slightly worried about his new life. Just as he was beginning to wonder if he had to do anything, the room started constricting, and squeezing Josh into a small ball, which of course popped out of existence.