My name is “John Walker”, this is where my story begins or more precisely where it ended.

I died at the ripe age of thirty-five in the saddest way possible, having heart attack as soon as my wife was giving me fellatio. ‘Why have you betrayed me God! I was in the middle of heaven and now… now I’m somewhere…’ as I confusedly start to look at my stark view, all I see is white or more precisely to say Blankness yes that describes it better nothingness. Slowly my view starts to shift as dirt and grass starts to manifest itself in my view. ’Well, this is novel ‘I thought as my head is in turmoil but so dumbstruck at what was happening my emotion seemed mute. As I slowly start to come back to myself, I start to yell to see if there is anyone or anything in this world with me. ‘I’m alone, now I know how the twilight guy felt *sigh* at least he had his books.’ With nothing more substantial to do I began to walk…

I walked what seems to be years or maybe even centuries, but it seems I neither get hungry nor tired, what a strange world…

I have been walking so long I forgot my name I think it was ‘Steven’ or maybe even ’Darwin’ but my name escapes me, so I began to call my self john, John walker since I like the drink Johnny and been walking for a while. Shut up I know I have a problem, but I’m dead so leave me be. I’ve been here so long I’ve been talking to myself and lately a voice has been talking back, I call him Bob and Bob is an asshole. I don’t think I have ever met a Bob I like (though I hardly remember my past, but I digress).

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“So, Bob got anything new to bring to the table of boring ideas?” I say to myself ‘well john why not dig a hole in the ground and smother our terrible existence’ replies Bob. “What a wonderful idea if I haven’t tried it forever ago” I say to myself. After this obnoxious conversation a messaged booted before my eyes.

-Booting system-

“Holy shit I got a system Bob!” I fanatically yell at myself. ‘Nice now we got to dance to the song of some demented system so coooool’ Bob says back. “Thanks for the feeling of reassurance ass hat” I whisper to myself ‘I can hear you dipshit’ Bob retorted. “Shush theirs more” I say

-Welcome User to The Realm-Walker system-

-Loading Soul Library with works from original world-

-For signing into the system for the first time the user will be given one free world roulette ticket-

“Nice free stuff” I say as a ticket slowly appears and drifts into my hand ‘A system with the flair for the dramatic how original' said Bob.

-User please rip the ticket to activate the roulette-

I rip the roulette ticket to see a giant roulette wheel so I grabbed it and spun it hoping that I would go into a few worlds that I saw and remember some like MHA, GTA San Andrea, MCU, even the spawn comics. ‘Spin, spin, spin where it Lands no one knows’ coos Bob.

-Congratulations user the world you have gotten is called the Land Between from a game called Elden Ring-

“Elden ring… but that game didn’t come out when I was alive maybe this world doesn’t run on conventional time” I mumble to myself ‘That’s an astute observation numbnuts’ says Bob offensively, “What the hell does astute mean?” I reply.

-Sending user to level appropriate location scanning… scanning…- (Error… Error… system cannot find suitable location dropping User in original starting location, giving system ability as recompense)

-Congratulations User for getting the ability Hobby Book… Have a happy Death-

As I finished reading the ominous error message the world seemed to darken the grass seemed to try to envelope me, consume me.