"So am i really gonna die here...? This shit ain't fair... what the fuck did do to deserve this!?"

A lifeless corpse in the middle of an intersection, our protagonist Michael Jacobs can be seen, bleeding out as the car that hit him quickly left the scene.

Many pedestrians see this unfold but many are reluctant to help. They all cower and scream as the sight before them is a mangled mess, twitching like a broken record.

"The fuck are you people looking at... why hasn't anyone called for help..."

Help nears, as the sound of an ambulance comes closer and closer.

"Wait? Huh? How did they get hear so fast...? I thought it would be 5 more minutes at least."

What Michael didn't know was that the car did more than just destroy his body it also gave him some brain damage, he was suffering from dyschronometria. What seemed to be 5 minutes for him, was 15.

Michael, miraculously, is somehow conscious and hears the short conversation the ambulance workers exchange.

"He is still conscious."

"Great, we need to get to the hospital ASAP."

Michael, now relieved, is taken to a nearby hospital and was kept conscious and monitored the whole time. He's brought into the emergency room for immediate opperation.

"What the hell happened to him!?"

"He was hit by a car at full speed and got crushed by its tires."

"A fractured spine, mangled limbs, probable rib damage, broken jaw, damaged eyes, difficulty breathing and probable brain damage. He has also lost quite a lot of blood, about a third of total blood lost."

"Begin operation on his limbs, amputate them, then check his thoracic cavity for any abnormalities."

"Yes doctor."

"This shits fucked... I'm dead, even if I live, nothing would be the same... it's better for me to die."

Michael had very little faith in his survival and was ok with dying. Because if he lived, he wouldn't last for too long. He would even go as far as to take his own life.

"I don't even get to see my mom again... this ain't right, this has to be a joke, a dream, yeah a dream, that's the only thing it could be."

As he was put to sleep and applied anesthesia. He felt guilty for leaving his mom like this and that he should have called her more.

"I'd do anything to see her one more time... just once more."

After all the operations were successful, he was given a hospital bed to stay in. All he could think of was why this happened to him and that it's just not cool.

He somehow survived but that didn't matter to him, he was already dead no matter how you look at it. Just a waste of life.

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Michael was a mess, couldn't speak, fucked spine, shit breathing and worst of all couldn't do anything even if he wanted to. He was being fed oxygen by the oxygen vacuum and was likely to make a recovery.

A month goes by and he is still in the hospital, and his jaw is slightly attached and he's able to speak but was very limited.

A nurse comes in and asks Michael if he has any family they can contact.

"Mom."

"Please tell me her number so that we can contact her."

"XXX-XXXX"

"Ok, thank you and later we will give you a check up after you eat lunch at 1 pm."

He was still pretty bummed out, not being able to speak with his mom.

Michael didn't have much freedom since he was still a young man, and was attending college before he got hit. His school life was simple, he would get good grades a just listened during class, only speaking when he was asked a question.

He didn't have much friends since he didn't speak much and was socially awkward, he was best known as the teachers pet since the teacher favored him than everyone else.

Teacher after teacher praised Michael as the ideal student and used him as an example by the teacher to tell the other students to be more like him.

Michael wasn't bullied apparently and was avoided because he had a cold attitude towards others of the same age as him and didn't hold back what he wanted to say to them.

He didn't like to go out much, he would rather play video games with his online friends and was pretty loud and carefree when he spoke over the mic.

His dad past away when he was young and only knew his mom as family. But with his passing meant that his money was left with Michael's mom.

Michael was put through college using that money and studied abroad in America. He came from The Bahamas to study Biology and wanted to become a Cardiothoracic Surgeon.

After a year in the hospital he is escorted out by a volunteer, who was a pretty young woman with blonde hair and was completing her college community service.

Michael was attracted to her but knew he had no chance, to be fair he was fairly attractive himself but... he had no limbs and in a wheelchair, so no one would really stick around.

He was pretty glad that he's still alive and made it out, he thought about what would be different if he were to die. His mom also moved in with him to help take care of him.

Michael had dreams that were shattered along with his body but still had hope that something might turn his way.

As they approach Michael's apartment, they cross an intersection, and very familiar car didn't seem to slow down but, o no the volunteer has AirPods in. She can't hear Michael saying to hurry up.

"Hey! Hey! Hurry the fuck up!" 

The car hit both Michael, and his chaperone.

"And stay down this time bitch!!"

Michael passes out and wakes up only seeing black.

"And now I'm blind too. That's just great isn't it."

"Hey your not blind, the only thing there is black, that's why."

A bright light grew brighter in front of him.

"And you are?"

"I'm God."

"...(-_-)"

"I am tho."

"Cool, God where do I go now."

"Um... you've been brought to this space to meet me because, I have a proposal."

"...?"

"You have the option to either be taken to another world or aimlessly wonder your Earth."

"(-_-)"

"Hey c'mon, what's the problem?"

"Are you really God?"

"Of course I am!"

"Fine, whatever, take me to another world..."

"Do you want to know what happened to you after you died?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well I don't know myself."

"So... what now, do I just go or..."

"Yeah, you can pick a skill to take with you."

"Fine, I want immortality."

"I can't give you full immortality just, regeneration."

"Sure. Is that it?"

"You're being pretty rude y'know, I'm God!"

"Sorry I guess?"

"Shut up, lemme see here, o, you're gonna be a turtle, a small little turtle."

"Wait why?"

"It's kinda interesting."

"NO! I don't want to be a turtle!"

"And why not?"

"Cuz turtle are... y'know, slow..."

"Fine name another skill you want then."

"Ooo, there's this skill, like I can take whatever I kill stats and skill."

"Yeah sure. So you want to make it like a game?"

"Yeah that too."

Alright, in a years time I'll summon you to compete in a tournament for the Gods."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, that's the whole reason I'm talking to you right now."

"Gods?"

"Yeah, Gods."

"Fine, I'm just waitin on the meds to wear off and wake up."

"Sure... you can ask me questions by saying God and asking me the question."

"Yeah cool."

The bright light Michael was looking at grew brighter as he was being taken to this fantasy realm.