"Bleghhh" The sound of retching filled the empty silence of this place. Well, it was more like dry heaving, as Joe had nothing in his stomach. Slowly, very slowly, Joe became aware of his surroundings. An empty space, devoid of even stars. The only peculiarity of this space, excluding the obvious lack of light, were the almost glowing cement tiles he stood on. Joe clambered to his feet and rubbed his chin unconsciously. 

"Um, hello? Afterlife Police? Morgan Freeman?" Joe knew he was dead, so he figured he ought to get this over with. Despite his efforts to call out whatever the hell was here, nothing heeded his voice, leaving him slightly miffed. 'Well dang, is this it? I thought I'd at least go to heaven, I did my best. I mean, I got knocked out-.. killed by a woman I hardly knew, and now I'm here?'

'I was only 18 when I died, am I just stuck here forever? Or is this my brain short circuiting before oblivion. Why am I so sure I'm dead-' Joe's internal panicking was interrupted by a sound reminiscent of those old retro games where an ancient contraption opened a door. Looking over, he saw a glowing pedestal. No, not even glowing. Shining. 

'Welp, nothing to lose.. except my mind.' He approached the pedestal. Atop it sat a book with a green cover. The white pages were empty, devoid of lettering. Then, as if fading in from the pages themselves, lettering in green font appeared.

Prestige?

"..prestige?" Joe curiously repeated the words out loud. 'So, am I going to restart my life or some shizzle? Who the hell designed this? How do I say yes??' He hovered his fingers over the pages before tapping the paper curiously.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

FWIP

The pages of the book began to flutter and turn rapidly, almost making him jump. His first thought was 'Oh shit!'. His second, 'What is it doing?' and as if answering his thoughts, the pages stopped once more.

Success!

Random Modifier: Short

"...huh? What?! What does that even mean- OH SHIT!" Joe's body began fading, gradually turning transparent. Though Joe would never tell you this himself, he desperately began thrashing around, screaming and almost sobbing. Eventually, he was no longer present on this plane of existence.

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Run 2: Beginning

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