"My name is Josh Kingworth. Our company's new phone is cheaper, faster and more user friendly. Yes sir. An initial order of 500 units is no proble--- AAAHHHHHH" was the last words uttered by Josh Kingworth before he was smashed by a tired truck driver's truck. The truck hit him at 70km/h. Josh's body was stuck on the bottom side of the truck as he got dragged for over 100 meters after he was hit. His bits and pieces was smeared across street from where he crossed the road.
Josh was aware and conscious the whole time. The pain was so overwhelming but he could not close his eye was his eye lids was scrapped off. His vision was a blurry red. He stared at his lower body which was separated from his upper one.
Oh the pain, how josh wanted to scream. Only a gurgle came out due to his dismembered body and not have lungs to produce a scream.
Finally, almost after enterinty from Josh's perspective or 17 seconds the perspective of a bystander who was spattered with Josh's entrails, Josh's vision started to dim. He had finally died.
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Josh felt be was conscious, almost feeling after he died. He hypothesised that it's his soul feeling these emotions. Josh felt his soul floating in a dark vaccum. The was nothing but warm embrace of darkness. He floated and floated.
And floated,
And floated.
There was total darkness, then came a spark of light. More sparks appeared, they came, fast as lightening. The sparks flew. Soon there was so many more sparks it formed a psychedelic masterpiece light show.
Josh suddenly took a breath. He thought he was dead but he now had no pain in his body, his body was functional. He cheered on the inside. Unfortunately, even that was short lived. As an chariot pulled by an unicorn driven by an elf wielding a lance rammed into him.
Josh felt pain. It was both familiar and foreign due to the circumstances of his death and revival.
Pain, again. His vision is blurry and blood reddened it. He saw his lower body, mangled by the chariot wheel. At the corner of his eyes he noticed the message:
HP: 1/100
MP: 0/0
Str: 1
Agi: 1
Wis: 0
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Hi guys. This is the end of chapter 1. My writing needs work. I know but I still want to share this with you as I felt MC are so powerful. I want to beat my character up with little hope of release. Cheers.