Prologue POV: MC
As I walked back to my apartment, my mind reflected on my day at work. My shop, a small souvenir store, had recently been experiencing a deficit of customers. My funds were running out, and my dreams of a vacation were running away. As I looked forward to a night of TV and video games, a truck suddenly swerved off the road, heading right for me! I quickly darted into an alley, and the truck passed me by without any injuries on my part. I quickly poked my head around the corner to make sure the driver was okay, but there was no sign of the truck anywhere!
“Must have been Truck-Kun’s unlucky day.” I muttered to myself. I continued walking home, making sure there were no more trucks on the way. Scanning the streets, I noticed something weird. The streets were completely empty. Not even the odd cyclist passed by. “Eh”. I shrugged it off, and continued walking home.
A block away from my apartment, a truck horn suddenly blared from behind me. With inhuman reflexes honed from years of playing soccer goalie, I dove to the side, and a large pickup truck barely passed by. “Yes! I survived the second coming of Truck-Kun!” I picked myself up, then pumped my fist. I’ve known for a while that I was an adrenaline junky, so I wasn’t really bothered by how unbothered I was. Tempting fate, I spelled a red flag into being. “Gee, I really hope that was the last of them!” The world itself seemed to tremble at my blatant teasing of its favored executioner.
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Finally, with my apartment in sight, I started hurrying. The pressure was mounting by the second, and I could feel the eyes of the world burning into me. At last, I got within the compound walls, and as I stood there, surprised over the fact that I’m still alive, a literal monster of a truck (not a monster truck though) barreled right through the compound wall, aiming straight at me. As the broken pieces of the compound wall tumbled away, the world I saw slowed down. My life flashed before my eyes, quite a disappointment if I do say so myself. To me, the greatest failure would be to leave it unfinished. I pulled on some primal reserves of strength, and jumped as high as I could, my lower legs hitting Truck-Kun smack in the windshield. “Take that, Truck-Kun.” I stated, as the truck dematerialized in front of me.
In a trance-like state, I walked up the stairs, unlocked my door, and headed to my room. I sat down at my desk, turned on my PC, and began to enjoy a new “Naruto” game I downloaded(read: wasted my change on), RE: Clan. I turned it on, and after choosing my clan, bloodline, etc. I chose the highest difficulty of three choices, easy, medium, and hard. Now, after all this, surviving Truck-Kun not once, not twice, but THRICE, my chest started tightening up, I felt a jolt of pain, and I was no longer courting death, but getting all up in that heart attack.
The amounts of adrenaline running through my body were not even close to what a normal human should be able to endure, and the cost for that was sudden-onset high blood pressure, leading to an almost immediate heart attack. Fortunately or unfortunately, at the moment of my death, my body hit the monitor, but it didn’t stop there. Instead, it fell straight in. "How?" you may ask? My answer to that is just ‘plot’.
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