My eye slowly flickered open as my hands rubbed away at the crust that decided to camp out on the corners of my eyes. Feeling the dying hatred to the person who created time I turn my head to check the time. The clock flashed 9:45 in a bright red light. "Ah shit" was the only thing I could say as I realised I had missed church, there was no doubt that mum would spit roast me when she got home.
Slowly my stiff body managed to roll out of bed onto the floor with a loud thud,"Ahh how I hate Sundays with a burning passion". Moving my hands to the side of my body I managed to lift myself up with ease now that the pain had woken me up. Within a blink of an eye, I had crossed my room and grabbed my clothes from my dresser. I miss the days when someone would dress me, it's so much effort having to move my body in different angles just to get my clothes on. I don't even know why I have to wear clothes because today like every day I had absolutely nothing to do, why do I have to wear clothes to do nothing?
Deciding to get something to eat for breakfast I started to venture down the stairs, while the debate on the purpose of clothes was going off in my head. Currently, I was on the top floor and I had to go down another 3 just to get to the bottom floor where I can make food. The stairs were black and sturdy despite the fact that some of them creaked, which was always lots of fun when I tried to sneak food upstairs in the middle of the night. Baby pictures were scattered across the plain white walls, I had always wondered why there was never any pictures of my mum, dad and I up there, but I never had the nerve to ask my mum.
Once I reached the bottom floor I started to put a little skip in my step as I increased the size of stride eagerly making my way to the kitchen. The kitchen was the size of an apartment with pretty much had everything you need in it, from a water purifier to 2 freezers. On one of the freezers, there was a piece of paper support by a magnet. Regretting life I cautiously approached the paper. A sigh escaped my lips as I read the note.
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"Dear James,
You were asleep so I went to church without you, I will ask for Gods forgiveness for having such a lazy son. Make your own breakfast and expect a very loud chat when I get in.
Lots of love,
Mum
Well, I guess I will try and live my life to the fullest until she returns and starts to try to eat me alive. Grabbing the bacon out of the fridge I flung it on the saucepan as drool slipped out of my mouth just thinking about ravishing it. The beautiful sound of sizzling bacon brought a contempt smile on my face. The smell alone made me appreciate life. After downing a glass of orange juice I return to spectate my bacon.
Then the house shook causing me to lose my balance and tumble over. The shaking stopped and I reach on the counter avoiding the lit flame that was cooking the gods food and used it to lift myself up. After a second or two a blue box popped up in front of my face. On reflex, I brought my hand up to try and swat away the blue box. "What the fuck?". Text appeared in the box almost instantly.
Welcome to Sergard the world of fantasy. Looks like your old god spilt his coffee on your soul which in turn killed you, but you know he's a god and he could fix it. So to save you he sent you to this world. We hope you enjoy your stay and try not to die that fast. Oh, you probably noticed that we brought your whole house to this world with you, you're welcome.
The smell of burnt bacon filled his nose as he looked at the floating box in front of his face.
James' head was racing as he was trying to comprehend what was actually going. The only thought that could escape and be converted into speech was the unintelligent yell of "GOD SPILT HIS COFFEE AND KILLED ME, WHAT THE FOOK!!"
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Hello,
I'm a student that is getting a D in English, but I really like to read so I thought I would try writing. So I will kindly ask that you help educate me when I am wrong. I will be in your care. Ah, I also hope you enjoy the prologue and I will try to make this different from other LitRPGs.