As a violent thunderstorm raged.

"Aaahhhh!!!!"

A man fell from the sky.

BAM!!!

Through a roof and unto a pile of hay, as the heavy downpour soaked him through the gaping hole above.

Morning rolls around, and a pair of barn doors are pushed open, followed by a scream. An hour later, at a humble clinic, questions are asked while an unconscious stranger is being treated of cuts, gashes, broken ribs, head injury and a fever.

"I take great care maintaining the roof of my barn. Even if you stomp on it all day, you're not falling through." Said a heavily bearded middle-aged looking burly man who looked equal parts lumberjack and Amish.

"That plus how injured the lad looks, he had to have fallen from a great height. It wouldn't make any sense otherwise. Heck if he wasn't so lucky that he fell on that pile of hay, he'd be a dead man." Continued the man as he watched the lad in question receiving treatment.

"I see. We'll set our speculations aside till after he wakes up and we can get answers from the horse's mouth." Responded an elven individual wearing a green archer's outfit with a bow in hand.

DAYS LATER

A bandaged man groggily awakens from his slumber. After his vision clears, he regards his surroundings; then he regards his own condition: his chest hurts, his head hurts, and his left arm is in a sling; hurting.

He was so glad to be alive, but too weak to show it. All he could remember was falling through a storm cloud after the plane he was in was hit by a missile and broke apart; spilling people into the air; him included. 

Who's bright Idea was it to fly over a warzone anyway?!

Again, he's glad he's alive, but now he was to worry about Alive People Problems and figure out how to get home from wherever he is. Not before getting his hands on a phone to call home with.

With that in mind, he decides to scan his immediate environment, which causes him to squint his eyes in confusing. Because to him, everything looked weird. To be more precise; cartoonified. No, that was a little too far. It looked like he was in a hyper-realistic anime themed VR.

Bringing his good hand to his head, he wasn't able to feel a VR headset. So was this a dream then?! Trying to sit up, and wincing in pain told him no. So what the hell was going on?!

Before his brain could go haywire, the door to his room opened, and he looked to towards his visitor. His eyes widened in shock: Before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in person.

She was wearing a turtleneck sweater and dress pants with a doctor's lab coat draped over it all. She had blond hair in a ponytail which reached her lower back and a pair of notably long ears. 

She was flat as a board, and didn't have much in the way of curves, but that took nothing away from her appeal. She was still drop dead gorgeous.

Their eyes met for a few moments, before the beauty leaned back beyond the opened door to call out a "He's awake." in a voice that can be best described as coated in honey. It made his ears tingle in delight.

The individual redirected attention back to him. "Glad you're awake now, lad. You were out for a couple days. Had me a little worried, to be honest." 

Before the words could be processed, someone else entered the room, and the patient's breath was taken away for a second time.

In walked another very attractive flat blond, but wearing a stern expression and a Green Outfit which seemed like something fantasy archer's would wear. Truth be told, she kinda looked like an elf.

WAIT.

He looked at both their ears: Long and pointy. They were dead ringers for elves. Were they cosplayers? No way. He's seen fake elf ears up close in college. These weren't.

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Before he could think further, the Doc Elf spoke. "Can you understand me, lad? If so, feel free to respond."

"Uhh... Um yes. I understand you clearly."

"Wonderful! This will make things easier as I perform a routine checkup." With that that being said, the Doc Elf proceeds to do so while asking him questions about his condition as the Bow Elf stands to the side observing.

Minutes later, the Doc Elf exits the room to attend to other business; leaving the Bow Elf and patient alone in the room.

Both parties stare at each other for a few tense moments before: "I'm not great with subtlety, so I'll ask you directly. Who are you? And where are you from?"

Not an unexpected enquiry, however a certain someone's head was spinning due to the excessive info dump, and the answers weren't forthcoming. He just laid there squinting his eyes in thought.

This caused Bow Elf to raise an eyebrow and frown deeper, but didn't say anything more; preferring to stand and observe. After a minute or two of deep thought, an answer came. "My name is Jason. As for where I'm from, I don't know."

Bow Elf reraised an eyebrow at that. "Really. Don't know, or won't tell?"

"Don't know. By the way, where am I exactly?"

"I'm asking the questions here."

"Sorry to hijack your interrogation, but I'm just as lost as you are when it comes to the topic of myself. Hope you understand."

"So you're claiming amnesia, I take it."

"Sounds silly, doesn't it, but yeah."

"Hmm... You seem awfully calm for one who claims to know nothing of himself. Shouldn't you be anxious, confused and disoriented?"

Jason couldn't help laugh a little to that. "Who says I'm not? Because I'm not running around with my hair on fire? I'm too hurt to do that."

Bow Elf appraised him further for awhile before saying, "This is Tatter Town of the Dakota Dukedom. I'll take your words at face value for now. In the meantime, concentrate on your recovery and don't do anything suspicious."

"Understood. Wouldn't want to take an arrow to the knee, now. Anyway, thanks for the care and hospitality so far. I'm in your dept."

Bow Elf acknowledges he words and deftly exits the room; closing the door in the process.

Left alone, Jason releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had decided to go with the amnesia approach rather than claiming he was transmigrated. Bro wasn't a retard.

Seems the locals are suspicious of him, but he isn't too worried since they took the trouble to treat him. He just hopes they don't demand indentured servitude in return. That would suck.

Hours pass, and there is another knock on the door before it opens. In walks a girl with tray of food: Mashed Potatoes, some veggies and a cup of orange juice.

After verifying that Nye could feed himself, she left the tray with him and wished him a good meal as she left. 

She wasn't elven, funny enough, just a human with a girl next door vibe he was guessing was in her late teens and dressed like she was about to find out she wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Anyway, back to the food. Jason didn't realize how hungry he was until the food was presented. With his good hand, he grabbed the spoon and began relating. As he enjoyed his meal, Jason began wandering if he had the system and was tempted to try it out by calling for his status. 

He decuses not to yet, as even if he did have one, he was likely being watched, abs didn't know if they could see the panel or not. He'll check things out somewhere private, but for now, all he has to do is eat and recover under the care of Alexis, the Doc Elf. 

After a number of interactions, Jason learns that it's not Dr. Alexis because he's actually a nurse. He just likes wearing the lab coat. Yes, he. The reveal was embarrassing and he laughed to my face for mistaking him for a chick.

He did apologize after, and also revealed to me that Sam aka Bow Elf was male as well. WTF! 2 of the first 3 people I've met in this world are already traps. Are they common here? What will become of my sexuality?

His self introspection aside, he did manage to check if he had a system when he used the restroom. Thank goodness they had plumbing.

Good news, he did have a system. Badish news, it was bare bones: There was no HELP or SETTINGS TAB, no OBSERVE. 

His Stats were STR, DEX, VIT, KI and PSI. He didn't have an inventory, and there was no Skills, but only one Ability: Gigamind.

Disregarding the copyright bullet that was barely dodged with the addition of 3 extra zeros, this skill didn't even have a description.

The Ki stat gave his something to think about. Was it regular kit martial artists use, or cultivation ki? Guess he'd find out eventually. 

Also, what in blazes was PSI? With Jason's knowledge of fiction, he guessed it might be Psionic, but he wasn't certain. To be verified another day. 

Days pass, and Jason becomes fit to be discharged, but he has a problem. Where does he go? He's got nothing but the clothes on his back which aren't even his. They where destroyed in this fall.

However, that wasn't a concern for long, as Sam came to his rescue later that afternoon and escorted him to his new residence which was a 20 minute walk away.

As they walked, Jason took in the sight of the town. It had a peculiar arrangement: it had one road cutting through the entire town. 

If you entered through one end you'll see houses side by side on either side of the road. Behind each house was multiple acres of farmland growing various crops; mostly potatoes. The properties were basically very long rectangles parallel to each other.

This would continue for under a mile till you reached the town square at the centre of town filled with semi-residential to nonresidential buildings where people sold their goods and offered their services. This is where the duo began their walk.

Their destination was a property a couple houses shy of the outskirts of town. Looking at the structure, Jason wouldn't say it was in bad shape, just... falling short a tad. But who's he to judge, he's homeless... until just recently.

The duo make it past the front gates and approach the front door in silence, which made Jason realize he and Sam hadn't spoken the whole way here.

Was Sam still suspicious of Jason? Most likely, but he's having someone take him in, plus the treatment and food he's gotten so far. Jason hasn't been treated unfairly yet, so he'll just leave it to time to handle.

Not long later, Jason, Sam and a Woman are in the living room discussing things. Said Woman, Samantha Clarkson, White AF Name, is a milf-lite with blue eyes and blond hair. 

"I'm so glad! It's been two weeks since we moved in, and there's still so much to do until we can settle in. We were in desperate need of some extra muscle to help around the place. Thank you for helping with that, Sam."

"You praise me too much. It's just a coincidence this arrangement worked out. However, don't be so quick to thank me because we haven't hammered out a deal yet." Then both their eyes turned to Jason who felt mildly nervous by the attention.

"Ahem... So Mrs. Clarkson what kind of work am I expected to perform?"

"Hehehe! No need to be so formal. You can call me Samantha."

"I'm more comfortable with Mrs. Clarkson, if that's alright."

"Booo~ Fine. Suit yourself. Let's see... there's nothing specific: moving, cleaning, repairs, helping out in the farm, you'll just be helping speed things up."

"Ok, so what's my pay like?"

"Ten Silvers a Week." 

Jason blinks and looks to Sam you meets his gaze. "What is 10 Silvers worth, exactly?"

Sam looks at Jason like he asked a dumb question, then realization hit him and he answered. "5 Silvers will get you a night plus breakfast at the local inn."

Seeing my eyebrows raised at that, he continued. "Keep in mind you're getting a room plus free meals on top of your pay. This is a rather generous offer especially considering nobody else in town is stepping forward to offer you work, much less a place to stay."

Samantha nods in appreciation as Sam concludes. "Maybe after you've worked hard and long enough to earn some leverage you can renegotiate, but for now, this is the best your getting."

Jason shrugs in acceptance at this. "Can't argue with that... So, when do I start?"

Tatter Town, Dakota Dukedom. 

World: 5 days. 

Clarksons: 0 days.