John's eyes snapped open to the image of a blue screen.

{Human Throat Description: Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human, Human. Humanoid human in humanoid clothes with humanoid toes speaking in humanoid prose. Humanoid human who's humerus is not humorus possesing a great huberus. Human. Human. Human, HUMAN! The human! The humanoid one! Exalt! Human! HUMANOID! It's a human! Human! Human! Human! I see it. A HUMAN! HUMAN MAN WOMAN HUMAN! A ROLLING BALL OF HUMAN!——————"

These mad gibberings went on for paragraphs.

What is this? John thought to himself.

One moment, he was watching a familiar man with a familiar name playing the trumpet in the strangest of places. The next, he was reading a heaving sea of verbal diarrhea.

John paused his thoughts.

Why does my throat itch?

And before he could speak further, it split. The massive layer of fat and muscle on his throat was pulled apart. Revealing a wide red eye. This eyes looked right at the chest of a man with a hamsburg chin.

Dude's eyes widened. His mouth started to open. He was preparing to speak. But before he could say anything.

A screaming red beam shot through Dude's chest. Dude fell to the ground.

He was dead now.

"YIP!"

"YIP!"

"YIP!"

Three yips resounded in John's ears. John turned his head in the direction of that sound. Running towards him were three small dragonoid creatures.

Thank god.

The three dragons jumped onto John's chest. Stove used its strength to pull the katana from John's chest. Then refrigerator blew a scaldingly cold frost onto his chest. It froze the blood, preventing John from bleeding out.

Next came the Green dragon. Band-Aid. It sent a healing green light into John's chest.

It took ten minutes. But John was healed.

John pulled himself to his feet. The short Trolls were gone. The giant one was dead on the ground. Dude was there dead, too. They both had holes in their chest.

John couldn't help but chuckle. The holes were in the same places too. It was funny how the world tends towards symmetry.

It's kind of scary how easily people can die. It's scary of easily I can die.

John heard a blip of a trumpet.

Let's not think about that right now. We're in enemy territory

John didn't have time to stop and smell the flowers. This place was clearly waaaaaaay above his pay grade. He'd need to get out of here.

John blubbered away from the town.

The best decision John could make in this situation was to follow the road. So that's what he did. He followed the road.

...….

A plane. Flying straight towards John was a plane. It was made from dark grey steel and had a foggy glass roof covering it. Fluttering behind the plane was a black and white parachute.

Shit. What do I do.

It was coming at John at the break-neck pace of 200km per hour, even with the parachute slowing it down. John wasn't sure if he could Jump to the side in time.

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Look at the point.

The tip of the plain was pointed and rounded to make it more aerodynamic. But this also had an added effect. The tip of the plane would be sharp at this speed.

Come on. Just jump to the side.

It was easier said than done.

Jump to the side? That was like asking John to squat two thousand pounds! The amount of force he would have to generate would be astronomical.

The plane grew closer.

Why is a plane even on the———

With a force that John didn't know he had. He jumped to the side.

The plane raced by him.

John was thrown on the ground by the wind that the plane produced.

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For a few seconds, John just laid on the ground. This day had been gruelling. One moment, he's in a life-or-death battle. The next, he's dead. The next moment, he was alive, and someone he knew was dead.

He was betrayed, too. And his dragons were hurt. And now a plane was trying to run him down.

John's morning had started with literally being strapped down to a fucking moving bus!

It was gruelling.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

John turned his head in the direction of the sound.

Standing above John was a woman with large breasts and a small Body. She had a healthy layer of fat on her and had hips that could topple mountains. Her hair was in a short pixie cut and her lips were bent to a scowl of concern that showed in her eyes

She was wearing Camo pants with baggy pockets and a grey T-shirt that said.

I ❤️ Big black Jets!

John couldn't help but think that she was a pretty girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just been a long day." Said John

She scoffed.

"Days have just gotten longer since the war. By the way, that was my plane."

She bent down and extended her hand to John.

"My name is Aria." She said.

Aria shook her wrist and extended her hand down to the prone John.

"Nice to meet you."

I wish she was wearing a dress!

If so, then John's prone position would be quite advantageous. But right now, he couldn't see much more than the shape of her legs.

"Are you okay? You look a bit dazed."

John nodded.

"Yup!Justfantasising. Nice to meet you! My name's John!"

John raised his hand for her to shake. They shook heartily.

"Do you need help getting up?" She asked.

John shook his head.

"Nope. I'll be fine."

It took some rocking. And a bit of throwing himself back and forth. But with enough effort, John brought himself to his feet.

John looked down at Aria. He towered over her.

He was seven feet, and she was just a puny five foot six. She was a real bonafide midget

"Wow. You're massive. No wonder you survived the apocalypse." Aria said.

Something else is mass——. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!

John smiled.

"Thank you." He said.

For a moment Aria just looked at John.

"What are those repptails on you? They look like a new species. Maybe something from the Troll's world?" Asked Aria.