*ding*

 ‘Ugh… Five more minutes’

5 minutes later…

*ding*

[sy-]

‘Okay! 0kay.’

‘Damn that I wrap myself up in blankets again’

I tried to wiggle free from my self-made prison, in my Drowzee state to no avail. I quickly realized that there something wrong. My whole body is wrapped up including my head, I can't see and breathe. I struggle for my life. Soon sounds of tearing paper comes to me as I break free.

‘What the fuck!’ I try scream and failed to do. I start looking around this cave I find myself in. I look behind me to see an ovoid shape shell. Behind that there is about 20 more similar shells.  I Crawl backwards-

Crawl? 

I begin to notice how I move using six legs. My eyesight seems to be perfectly fine in this Darkness.  I cannot feel my heart beating as it should be. 

I calm down and thought through the possibilities. After running around until I got exhausted. Using a very colorful language to describe God which may or may not guarantee me going to hell.  I started praying to God ending with saying sorry... and again praying. Finally slowly falling asleep exhausted.

………………..

I wake up on the ground and before I can even think of why I would sleep here, a flood of memories hit me like a truck. After that disorientating experience, a new set of memories decide to coming.

………………..

After coming home from my very unfulfilling job. I turn on the TV and start watching some news. before I can start enjoying it,  I increase the volume so that I can hear it over the traffic right outside of my apartment.

I live in a corner apartment on a busy street because it was the cheapest one I can get. I could have got them another one which was it more expensive, but I really didn't think how noisy it would end up being.

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Before I can truly get to relax I hear a loud horn, that sounds quite a bit like a truck, moments before a very drunk driver decided to visit my downstairs neighbor. Or at least I think he was, it is possible he wasn't, after all I did live in Florida.

I remember my final thoughts were ‘Does this count as being killed by a truck’. Right before the floor blow me, and above, gave out.

………………..

I calm down and thought through the possibilities. Could this be real?  Could this be my final moments in a coma? Could this be heaven? 

After a few moments I decided that this feels far too real and I am to lucid for this to be a dream. Which leaves one final possibility.

 virtual reality…

‘Okay fine, I reincarnated as a fucking incest!’

What have I done to be reincarnated as this? I don't recall throwing grandmas in front of cars or slamming doors close before people walk through them.  I was just a typical man, who lived a typical life. 

At the very least I would like it I was sent to a world where there was status screen an-

Status Race: lasser mana eating beetle Class: N/A Rank: -5 Level: N/A Stage: Early-stage larvae Age: 8 minutes Sex: Male Title: Outworlder Magic Attunements Darkness: 5%   Skills Appraise   Curses / Blessings Free soul   Traits Mana Eating Darkvision Exoskeleton(beetle) Wings Tarsal Claws Mana Sense Antenna   Conditions Defense decrease by 90% (recent ecdysis)   Titles Outworlder One who does not fear gods

‘What the fuck!’