PRO DUNGEON IMPACT

Copyright © 2021 Ron Starke

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Sometimes I tuck my knees to my chest and lean forward. That's just how I roll.

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ONE: OBLIVION

Lars Ochre wasn’t exactly the religious type. He never went to church—other than the occasional Easter as a kid. Nor did he believe in supernatural things, either. And as far as he was concerned, the jury was out on the whole afterlife thing, too. There could be life after death, or there couldn’t. It wasn’t something he let himself get bent out of shape about. He knew that when he died he would either find out, or he wouldn’t.

It was that simple.

Yet, despite all the warnings from his doctor about high cholesterol and heart disease and being a big bastard in general, Lars never expected to die quite yet. He always knew it was a possibility. He had taken more damage in the ring than a lot of people took during a normal lifetime. Yes, Lars Ochre had been through more surgeries and procedures than he could count on two hands. If anesthesia was a trial run for death, Lars wasn’t a stranger to the black oblivion that followed.

He always thought that was the best candidate for the experience of death. Blackness. Oblivion. Nothing. A bodiless non-existence. The funny thing was, it was all of that. But there was something else, too. Something he never could have predicted.

You see, Lars Ochre never expected to get a flashing red prompt telling him his run at the game of life was over.