Is This Another Isekai? ~ RP

Deathkitten · Mar 8, 2021

The next thing you knew, you were falling.

There was a door of sorts. The exact details vary from person to person. For some, the door could be gothic in design, wide and tall as though a gate. For others, the door could be as simple as the door to a house. For others still, the possibilities were nigh-endless. The unifying factor, however, was that the door was removed from any wall. It stood without anything around it, nothing on the other side, either. It glowed with a dull hum of fluorescent lights like those in a dentist's office.

If you willingly opened the door... great. If not... that ended up not mattering so much. Those that attempted to run or to avoid the mysterious door were met with a horrible, broken... thing. Its form was hobbled and skinny, with skin like dirty porcelain. Cracks made a spiderweb of horrible mosaic sections… and its face… It had no eyes, no mouth, no features to speak of. As it came closer you could recognize it for what it was. A mannequin. Like something from a store that had been rotted and twisted into an abomination. A liquid, tar-colored substance dripped down its forearms and off its long fingertips. Its neck creaked with an audible sound as its head lolled from the side to the front, then up straight to look at you. A chill would run down your spine like a prey animal that knew it was caught. The cracks that marred and flaked away at its visage widened and split from one side as its maw stretched open, making itself a mouth where there was none previously.

It grinned, and a deep voice curled with chaos and dipped in echoes like it drew its sound from an old speaker spoke forth, “Oh...? Hello, little mare. So glad to have you join the party.”

As said before, the next thing you knew, you were falling. Above you was the door, below you... far, far below... the ground. There wasn't a lot of time to ponder your skydiving fate, however, as the world went dark. You passed out.

Waking up, you were in an endless field, met with nothing but a text prompt in front of you - translucent black with blue text.

<Welcome.>
<Select your race. Tap for drop-down information.>

< - Magically neutral, they have decent potential with most anything they put their mind to. So oddly colored in part because of their history as slaves and subsequent domestication. They stop aging in their mid-20s.>
< - - Starlight>
< - - - Extremely white skin, very light-colored eyes, sometimes with black freckling.>
< - - Fire-Opal>
< - - - Reddish-brown, honey-toned, striking skin, darker-colored eyes.>
< - - Pyrite>
< - - - Shiny gold metallic-looking skin, usually with golden eyes.>
< - - Onyx Vitiligo>
< - - - Dark black with vitiligo patches of one of the different tones, usually darker-colored eyes, sometimes heterochromatic.>
< - - Amethyst>
< - - - Purple-toned skin, lighter-colored eyes.>

< - Slender, tall, pointed ears, glittery irises, reflective eyes, usually naked. Continue to enhance an aura of beauty as they age. They reach biological maturity at 120.>
< - - Snow>
< - - - Pale white skin with lighter dappling that helps them hide in snowy environments, gold eyes in summer, blue eyes in winter.>
< - - - Specialties: Ice>
< - - Sun>
< - - - Golden tanned skin with darker and lighter, short vertical stripes, honey-amber eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Healing>
< - - Moon>
< - - - Quicksilver-colored skin with moon freckles and eyes w/ eyeshine>
< - - - Specialties: Poison>
< - - Wood>
< - - - Deeply tanned skin with wood grain, flower-colored eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Life>
< - - Drow>
< - - - Purple-toned skin w/ stone-like texturing, dark eyes w/ eyeshine.>
< - - - Specialties: Summoning>
< - - High>
< - - - Peach-toned skin, yellow-tinted eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Neutral>
< - - Sea>
< - - - Blue-toned skin with shiny scales, green to blue eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Water, air>
< - - Avariel>
< - - - Lightly tanned skin, brown wings, black eyes.>
< - - -Specialties: Air>
< - - Deep>
< - - - Deep, dark brown to black skin w/ stone-like texturing, large white-grey eyes w/ eyeshine, can control their scent.>
< - - - Specialties: Earth>

< - stout, short, burly, large ears. Reaches biological maturity and ceases aging at 90.>
< - - Ore>
< - - - Skin tones like ore veins, gem-colored eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Earth>
< - - Surface>
< - - - Peach to brown skin tones, usually with a “birthmark” or two in the form of spots of smooth gemstones, gem-colored eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Fire>

< - Half elf, half orc, mixed over many years of breeding together. Slit/reflective eyes, glittery irises, scales along back and arms, sometimes mistaken as Scalewalkers. Fast regeneration and sharp canines, though less than Orc forefathers. Shorter, pointy ears. Reach biological maturity and ceases to age at 60.>
< - - Sea>
< - - - Blue or green scales, Green-blue skin, finger webbing, various eye colors from blue to green to silver to even gold.>
< - - - Specialties: Water, Air>
< - - Snow>
< - - - White scales, green-blue skin with snow-like dappling, gold eyes in summer/blue eyes in winter.>
< - - - Specialties: Ice>

< - Sturdy, tall, large sharp canines, split hinged jaw, extremely accelerated healing, reptile-kin, large scales on their back and head, slit eyes. Most don’t use magic, but for a select few in their societies that specialize in it. Reach biological maturity and cease aging at 30.>
< - - Snow>
< - - - Light-green skin with white to green scales, green to yellow to white eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Ice>
< - - Seascale>
< - - - Tend to be sleeker and slimmer than Snow Orcs, albeit faster. Has webbed hands and feet, as well as greater night vision. Tend to have stripes, and lean towards blue colorations. Blue/silver/gold eyes. Seafaring orcs, Polynesian-like culture. Boat cities. Diving. Huge lung capacity can last for four hours on average. Tend to have wind and water magic, though primarily held by shaman-like figureheads.>
< - - - Specialties: Water, Air>

< - Specialties: Varies based on the type of Dragonkin.>
< - - Dragon>
< - - - 100% dragon blood>
< - - - Quadrupedal, scaled beasts. Reaches maturity mostly based on power. Most dragons are considered hatchlings or adolescents until the age of 200. Starts out the size of a cat, but can grow as large as a building.>
< - - Dragonkin>
< - - - 75% dragon blood>
< - - - Bipedal, scaled humanoid with tail and wings. Dragonoid head. Reaches maturity and ceases aging at around 150.>
< - - Half-dragon>
< - - - 50% dragon blood>
< - - - Bipedal, mostly-scaled humanoid with tail and wings. Humanoid head. Reaches maturity and ceases aging at around 100.>
< - - Scalewalker>
< - - - 25% dragon blood>
< - - - Bipedal humanoid with tail, wings, and a small number of scales, usually on their forearms, neck, and back. Reaches maturity and ceases aging around 30.>

< - Specialties: Varies based on the type of Nergin.>
< - Regarded as beastkin, Nergin have the ears and tail of various beasts. They are otherwise humanoid and quite petite unless the beast in their heritage is a particularly large species.>
< - They are often lewded.>
< - Nergin reacquire memories of their past lives over time. Their society will repair and raise the corpse of a fallen Nergin, their family managing the collection of previous bodies until their return to reclaim them. New Nergin souls are born fairly rarely, usually only when a developing child is intentionally hidden officially or unofficially. The exception to this are those Nergin born far away from most other Nergin. They tend to live nearly exclusively in tightly clustered, highly populated regions. Tend to offer extremely cheap to free necessities to community members, but can be more expensive in terms of luxuries and exports. Generally career-centric without an emphasis on personal will; socially pressures members into roles that they'd likely be best in due to personality or physiology. They do not strictly require it, however, and will respect one's decisions if it becomes fruitful. Distantly related to an old fae service race. Can separate their soul from their body temporarily. Raised Nergin generally retain their old personality and behaviors, unless this is directly superseded by the will(subconscious or otherwise) of their current living incarnation. Every individual Nergin is a hivemind composed of the mind of the living Nergin sending the same thoughts and sensations that they feel, albeit it is recognizable what sensation belongs to who and has a phantom sense. Stops aging in their mid-20s.>

zhuum · Mar 8, 2021

As soon Karl glanced upwards he saw a door - tall, ashen coloured, wooden... door. No walls, no ground - just a door.

"Weird..." rolled the first word off from Karl's cracked dry lips as he stood there.

I must be dreaming, but it does not feel like it he kept thinking. Despite this predicament he was calm and tried his best to feel and be in control of the situation. Looking around and seeing nothing else he focused his gaze on himself, was he injured? clothed? still as tall? Hair? YES! Hair! Still there... And seemingly his only way out was this door.

"This better work!" Karl mumbled to himself grasping towards the handle on the door. *Click* And...

Seconds seemed like minutes as the adrenaline started to kick in. Karl saw he didn't have much time left and then,

darkness...

Karl's eyes widened as he soon came to realise the situation he was in. Falling as if to certain doom seeing the ground below. Scheiße was the first thought that came to mind followed by quick "where am I?". Before he knew Karl was passed out.

What a weird dream... Karl woke for the second time as he slowly opened his tired bloodshot - baggy and darkened eyes. Pinching his nose at his eyes as usual Karl tried to adjust his vision. As he sat upright he soon saw that he still was not where he last thought he knew he was. Realization hit hard. "No no no no!" He gasped in nervousness, "This is just so weird!" Many questions that any sane person would have popped into Karl's mind, this "dream" he thought he was in was just too real. It took few minutes for Karl to calm down and take things how he has always taken them, calculated and for best outcome. As soon he calmed down he actually started to see what was right in front of him: a blue text on translucent black.

<Welcome.>
<Select your race. Tap for drop-down information.>

Huh? What's this? Karl thought of the message as he tried to tap on the message. Human? Elven? Dwarven? Inzi? Orcs?... Dragonkin?!? Nergin? What in the world? Karl got confused as he saw the drop-down menu. But no time to waste he put his mind to work and quickly opened all the options he could to read them through. Other hand slowly coming to his chin to stroke his two-week old stubble.

"So this is like a game?" Karl mumbled to himself, "Or like something for a movie?" Not wasting much time, he soon stopped tapping around the options and landed his gaze on the human.

If anything happens, I'd rather be what I know and can be good at... Was Karl's last thoughts as he locked in Pyrite option.

Osuka · Mar 8, 2021

Connor Thorson
Location: Whipp's Ledges, Hinkley, Ohio

It was nice being able to take a bit of a trip before school started again. Connor and Dennis - his father, had both been wanting to come out to this area again for the past few years to camp out, and with all their gear and miscellany set up, they were free to hike and to climb til their heart's content. The only thing that was going to suck was if one of them slipped. Connor had found a bit of a rougher path than what they went through last time, and things would have been worse if he fell first, given that his father was right below him and they were only halfway up the more difficult climb. Hell, as far as routes were concerned, they didn't even see any marks that would've shown this path was taken before, so they were already going out on a limb in more than one way just to satisfy their adrenaline addiction.

It seemed that the only thing Connor feared was about to happen, and a slip of the fingers sent everything straight to hell. The feeling of vertigo didn't hit immediately as Connor's mind tried to keep up with the fact that the rock face was suddenly getting taller, and that for some reason his father was ahead of him. It was reflex to reach out, but in the same moment that he had, all of a sudden things like inertia and velocity didn't matter at all, and he found himself standing... Well, to be fair, he had his eyes shut, so he couldn't see, but he felt warmth in his hand, though he couldn't hear anything past the pounding of his heart in his ears.

"Connor!"

It had been a minute before he could finally hear again, and the warm sensation had shifted to his shoulders while he felt his body being shaken. Upon opening his eyes, aside from the man before him - most definitely being Dennis, there was... Just about nothing.

"Check what you have on you," came Dennis's voice, his tone more commanding than anything he had remembered. He sounded as if he was panicked, but it was hidden beneath a level of certainty and determination that Connor was sure could only be gained through experience. "Check what you have and we'll check the door after. It ain't like we'll have anywhere to go - this shit seems to go on for forever."

"Dad, what the hell is going on-"

"We'll get to that when we get to more than just a door to look at - now do as I say and stay close."

Well, there was nothing left but to do as the man said, after all, and do it quickly. Crouching down on one knee, he was quick to sling his pack off of himself and begin digging through. Neatly organized according to speed of deployment, he still had what he had packed away that wasn't included in their rucks - emergency blankets, painkillers, an emergency first aid kit, hatchet, flint, steel, kindling rations, a fishing tool, a small gun cleaning kit, and fake bait were all tucked and kept well - unopened as of yet, and he didn't need to look up to know his father was doing the same. His pack would hold the same as Dennis's. After slinging his pack back on, a quick pat-down was in order. Wallet in his back right, small tin kit of extra kindling in the back left, keys, pocket knife, flashlight, and...

He felt himself breathe a sigh of relief in chorus with his father as they both tapped at their appendix and their sides. Both of them had agreed to bring along their firearms - Glock 19s, with the pouches on their sides holding two spare magazines. The whole reason they agreed to bring their firearms was because Dennis was set on Connor getting used to concealed carrying his firearm - a must for those who decide to carry, and in private, he wouldn't have to worry about cops being called if his gun accidentally flashed under his shirt or the outline imprinted under his shirt. They would've been gone for a week, living off the rations and the land whenever possible, but they had left the rifles behind since their primary concern wasn't hunting. The guns were for whatever decided they looked like a great meal for the whole family, and so far, they hadn't shot off a single round.

"Alright, so it looks like we still have a way to defend ourselves," Connor breathed as he drew the weapon. He was quick to turn the barrel away from his father after keeping the barrel to the ground, and after a quick tug and a check of the chamber - without fully racking the slide, he was able to confirm he had a round in the chamber before letting the slide settle home. "So the door's next, yeah?"

"Yeah," Dennis muttered under his breath. "Yeah, it is. Get your flashlight and your weapon ready. We're learning breaching techniques today, I guess."

Without a word, both of them moved towards the door and began to inspect it. Of course, the first thing to note was the shape and size of the door alone. Whether it was something that always was or because of their situation, the frame was a double-door set, and naturally, nothing but a continued expanse was behind it. With Dennis on the left and Connor positioned against the right-hand door, Connor reached for the left-side doorknob and twisted to check it, then pushed it open ever so slightly. Afterwards, he checked then twisted the right-hand door handle, then stepped back to mirror his father, having switched his grip so his glock was ready in his left hand. By now, Connor was expected to be able to maneuver and fire ambidextrously, and after swinging open both, they moved forward...

Only to fall again. There wasn't time to think. Everything was coming up quickly and neither had enough time to even call out before a sudden thud and everything went black...

***

No one would have been able to tell how much time had passed as both groaned and willed themselves awake, both of them somehow having landed and lived to tell the tale, but Dennis was already moving. After checking over himself, he holstered his weapon and made his way quickly over to Connor, keeping one hand on his chest as his other swept over his limbs.

"How ya feelin', kiddo?" He asked, his voice hoarse as if still trying to catch the wind that was ripped from him. "Come on, ya gotta start suckin' in air and talkin' it out."

Connor couldn't do anything but cough. Although he only had minor pains wherever his father pushed, the worst thing that happened was having the wind knocked out of him, and he was lucky enough to breathe in and respond with coughs before he was able to force himself up.

"I-I'm fine," he stammered as he groped around for his firearm to holster it. "I'm fine, so let's-"

Again, he'd be cut off. Both of them seemed to react simultaneously as a text prompt seemed to just... Appear right before their eyes. Connor knew exactly what it was the moment he opened it, and Dennis got the jist of it from the sparse glimpses he would take whenever Connor was playing his video games.

"What the-" Dennis started, but Connor's outburst was enough to stop him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," He growled with a toss of his hands. "So we're supposed to just pick a character and go on all happy-go-lucky like it's the best day to Suddenly Be Sucked Into A Video Game?! At the expense of sounding like a goddamn Karen, how about you come out here and actually tell us what the fuck is going on, huh?!"

The last of Connor's words had been barked more than growled as he looked around, and anyone could tell he had half a mind to swipe the prompt away, but somehow held off. At this point, even Dennis wasn't entirely sure what to do, But seeing his son like this....

"Son, hey, take a sec-"

"No!," he barked again. "No, this is bullshit! If this is some bullshit anime Isekai fuckery, they're gonna get down here and fix it! We had a life - a good, honest one that we understood, and now what?! We're being shunted into a world where we don't know the language, we don't know the economy, the technological level, political climate, the - apparently Goddamn Magick!!!, or any million other things I could list off that makes a living, breathing world! We don't know shit, and we're supposed to just pick a character and skip right along into Mordor with the Hobbits and Gandalf the Motherfucking Grey in his Diaper?!

"And don't think I'm just worried for me," he continued, pointing to his father. "I get the jist of this kind of shit, but you have to admit that you don't have half an idea of what the hell is going on. What if we're dropped in with no idea about anyone or anything and we're imprisoned for some bullshit reason like different nations or races at war?! What if we look like that nation's Enemy, dad?! Ninety rounds ain't gonna take care of a platoon, given it's a worst-case, shit-hit-the-fan scenario!"

Dennis could do nothing but let out a sigh and rub his face. The kid had a point. For as much of a nerd he himself was, the man hadn't once divulged in playing video games or watching those weird Japanese cartoons that Connor was so into, and of all the things to bite him in the ass, well.... Who would have thought it was this?

So much for being a Marine...

Cam E. Leon · Mar 8, 2021

Kendrick quietly opened his eyes staring at tje blank sky above him. "......so I've died" was his first words before sitting up calmly looking around. Endless field huh. Guess the greeks were right. Elysium maybe? Though kendrick wouldnt consider himself a hero. He was about to start walking until the screen showed up. "Hmmm. Sasha would kill me right now if she saw this. She constantly talked about this stuff" he scratched his head as he laid back down. Isekai. Some asian genre his friend sasha was into. Wouldnt shut up about the stuff. Always forcing him to take him along on his camping trips because 'if I get isekaid I need to know survival stuff!' Honestly she was a bit annoying. But now. He kinda wish he listened to her. "Hmmm guess I should choose a race." He looked over them. Hmmm "if the sky there is a beautiful as it is here.... I wouldnt mind flying in it" he said smiling before pressing the dragonkin 25 percent blood. "Lets see the new world sasha was always so excited for" he said with a small laugh.

Lemercer · Mar 8, 2021

Desmond Eric Quinn

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Currently

Location	Chicago, IL - Washington Park
Company	N/A
Action	Game Start

It was cold again. Of all the things that frustrated Desmond the most about Chicago, the frozen air got to him the most. Everything wore down while costs went up, as if the average day-to-day wasn't hard enough. As the thin frost on the concrete beneath his feet crunched with each step, the young man had the same thoughts he always did. 'I hope the kids coats are thick enough. I can probably cover a new coat after this month's power bill.'. What he wouldn't give to live in a world where he didn't have to worry about finances and hurry home every day. Even so, Desmond couldn't afford the thought.

Desmond rubbed his palms together and breathed visibly into them, his thin leather jacket and jeans doing little to keep the coming winter at bay. As he continued down the sidewalk, rounding around the same corner he had for the past decade, along with the same park, and the same Hop'N'Shop. Desmond even almost walked past the same alley he had played basketball in... until he didn't. Out of the corner of his eye lied what looked like a door. A door?

Desmond stopped for a moment, his always thought passing through his mind. He looked down at his watch... 2:48 p.m. , twenty-two minutes until the kids were home. Finally Desmond looked dead down the alley. A door. 'A door?' he though 'What the...'. Desmond walked a little closer, leaning a bit to each side to get a better view. A lone ashen wood door, classic crown molding around it's jamb paired with a bronze lion door knocker. No walls around it, and as Desmond circled it, nothing behind it either. It was as if someone took a show door from the Hardware shop and just sat it on the asphalt. What kind of weird joke was being played here? Chicago was home to many oddities, though random standing doors was still not a usual thing. Looking down at the round handle, it's antique bronze matched the lion, which oddly enough was on both sides of the door. As if it was welcome to be opened from either side. "Okay, what the fuck is this" Desmond finally spoke aloud, his gaze reeling around the alley. No delinquents or degenerates around. It really was just a door.

Desmond checked his timepiece again. 2:56. 'Well..' He though 'For once, I've got time for a little bullshit' and with that final trivial musing Desmond thoughtlessly opened the door. The low buzz and dim glow of fluorescent lights hit his senses, And so then he fell.

Losing consciousness had never been a fond activity for Desmond. It usually meant you were getting robbed, assaulted, or both. Still, Desmond didn't feel a boot in his rib or someone rummaging through his pockets. Instead, he actually felt warmth, like sun had reached down and touched his cheeks. He sat there for a moment, enjoying the rare heat though he doubted it's authenticity.
Just then, Desmond's eyes began to pry open, brilliant light filling his vision. He groaned and forced his heavy hand to rub the curst from his eyelids. "What in the hell..." he mumbled groggily as if he had been asleep for hours.

Desmond forced himself to his feet and what laid before him was undoubtedly even more bizarre than the door. A rolling field filled his gaze, bright green grass and stunning sunlight glimmering across each and every blade. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach and his heart began to beat with such speed and force Desmond stuttered for a moment. He tried to speak if not for the lack of air. "What.. is this." he said to himself. "No... no no no. What the hell is this!" his voice ramping in worry. Amidst all the abundant confusion and even more absurd phenomenon.. A lightly transparent menu appeared before him

<Welcome.>
<Select your race. Tap for drop-down information.>

The menu looked like something out of a video game or movie. The young man tried desperately to pull himself together, despite the same thought entering his mind. He took a crazed look at his watch. 6:56, the kids were home. "No no no, please god no...". His throat began to close. He left the kids at home, all alone, just like James and just like Lyn.
After a few moments of berating himself and scanning the infinite field he stood in for the door he fell through, he did what he he thought was best, what he always did. Just do the next thing, maybe the menu could help him get out of this hell-dream.

His watch ticked, the seconds passing by, and his heartrate accelerating. 'Just do the next thing Desmond. Make a decision.'. He reached a trembling hand out and tapped the middle most option. Inzi, whatever the hell that is.

Deathkitten · Mar 9, 2021

<Human - Pyrite selected.>
<Select gender.>
<Select height.>
<Select weight.>

The screen paused for a moment, like it was allowing him to read.

<You chose so readily...>
<State that which is most important to you.>

zhuum

The screen stated nothing while Connor had his outburst, like waiting for him to be done. Once he was, new text appeared.

<You may ask questions.>
<Should you complete the task set ahead for you, you will both be granted a wish each. Your wife, mother. They could be resurrected and brought to you, should you so wish it. What is asked is not easy, however. Do you have determination? Your second wish could be used to return home.>
<The task ahead is simple but exceedingly difficult.>
<Kill three gods to be granted your wish.>

Osuka

<Dragonkin - Scalewalker selected.>
<Select gender.>
<Select height.>
<Select weight.>

The screen paused for a moment, like it was allowing him to read.

<You are surprisingly calm.>
<State that which is most important to you.>

Cam E. Leon

<Inzi selected.>
<Select - Snow Inzi, Sea Inzi, or Other.>
<Select gender.>
<Select height.>
<Select weight.>

The screen paused for a moment, like it was allowing him to read.

<State that which is most important to you.>

Lemercer

Cam E. Leon · Mar 9, 2021

Kendrick stared at the screen. Before he lied down looking at it. "So... Even sashas isekai gods are suprised huh..... Guess you could say I'm broken in the head a bit. Never really get too excited or scared. But...." He calmly put his normal height and weight in. Then closed his eyes. "....what is most important to me...." He mumbled. He had thought this over many times through his life. He had varying answers but they always led back to one thing. "Freedom" he answered. "Not the type from my country. But true freedom. Unshackled from people society laws. In a way you could call that anarchy but. The true freedom to pursue your own desires and goals without any chains to stop you. Like the wind. Calm and soothing yet quick to turn violent and chaotic. That is what I believe is most important." He stated firmly "I chose dragonkin to fly through your worlds sky. To be free to explore and see all of the world you've invited me to. So. True freedom. That is my final answer."

Deathkitten

zhuum · Mar 9, 2021

As soon as Karl had locked in his option he was ready for so much more. Feeling and hearing his strong but slow heartbeat up at his ears. Anticipation soon faded though. New prompt asking for gender, height and weight. "Heh," Karl chuckled for a little followed by sarcastic toned, "An application to fill out". As if this was some job interview or going to some medical examination. Am I some experiment to them? Karl thought to himself as he quickly filled the cells for gender - male, height - 185cm, and weight - 80kg.

Then Karl saw what came next and he could feel as if time stopped for him a little. Was it dread or was it that the question took him by surprise. That emotion lingered only for a moment before Karl calmed his breathing and being 'there'.

<You chose so readily...>
<State that which is most important to you.>

Nobody had asked Karl what was most important to him for all his life that he knew. All the times he had to do something was because he knew he did it for his own betterment. And what he loved, university, ambition, and the opportunity of everything, being masterful at every opportunity, he had failed that. Karl had known himself be failure and all he needed was just motivation to try again, which he lacked of course. And now this new opportunity glared right into his eyes.

"Success..." Karl answered slowly to the question. He took a small breath and tried to elaborate himself further, "Not failing at the ambition I have. Taking opportunities when possible for the best outcome... for me." Self serving - yes, ambitious - yes but for all of what is good Karl wanted not to fail anymore. This is my second chance and this time I shall succeed he thought to himself.

Osuka · Mar 9, 2021

Dennis and Connor

Location: Unknown

It was another minute before Connor was able to calm down, and in that time, Dennis was able to glean a few things about their situation:

One: Whatever this was, this wasn't earth, and this wasn't the same realm that they were used to.

Two: Someone was indirectly communicating with them, meaning that if there was a higher power, it was much more active than whatever they may have had on Earth.

Three: Whoever that someone was, they allowed them to carry through whatever they had on them, and lucky for them, they came well-equipped. If the entity didn't have that in mind, then it was possible for them to retain what they came with.

Four: Both of them were in potential danger, which was obvious, but the danger was in the unknown, and everything was going to be an unknown, which meant their chances of survival were slim at best.

Before he could say anything, another issue became painfully present right in front of their faces, and it was the fact that it knew about them. It knew about their past, their traumas, and it meant that they were selected rather than having their numbers pulled from a hat. Dennis couldn't help but scratch his chin as he re-read what was being divulged to them, and he knew Connor had to be having the same exact thought. The fact that they were being tasked with killing gods for a wish to be granted was sketchy, and the fact that they were using Shannon as a form of bait was.... Well, he hated to admit it, but it was smart. Personally, Dennis knew for a fact he would kill more than three Gods just to have Shannon back - be a happy, whole family again, but Connor...

"This is ridiculous," Connor spat, shaking his head. "Using mom is a dirty move, and personally, I'm disinclined to trust someone who'd sink that low. What do you think you're gaining from using Mom against us? Even if we could have her back, what makes you think she'd be okay with returning - just to die again later on from old age or maybe ending up in another car accident?

"What makes you think that a soul at peace would want to leave that peace to suffer?"

"Connor!" his dad barked, but he found himself surprisingly quiet when his son raised a single finger.

"The fact of the matter is that the only leverage you have against us is Mom," he continued, pacing as he scratched his chin. "And considering you did your research, it means that you need us more than we need you. Granted, I probably would've died from the fall, or at least been crippled, but the fact of the matter is that you've taken us from a dangerous situation and then promise only to force us into a guaranteed fatal one.

"So this is what I think should happen," Connor said as he looked from his screen, to Dennis, and then around him. "In order for us to be able to carry out this extremely sketchy deal, we're going to need to be extremely well-prepared and start at least significantly powerful and capable - and that's if we even agree to these terms. Until we're talking to a physical entity, I'm abstaining from making any choices, and when you present yourself - or maybe yourselves as a collective if that's even possible, I'll not fully agree with anything until the negotiations are favorable for myself and my father. After all, we'll need to know a significant amount of information as well as be fairly well-equipped to deal with the immediate situation once we land in whatever world we're being sent to. Do we have a deal?"

(I regret that this post is short, but it's at least something to move along with.)

Lemercer · Mar 9, 2021

Desmond Eric Quinn

Currently

Location	Field of Beginnings
Company	N/A
Action	Game Start

The menu felt somewhat like a thin Plexiglass when Desmond's trembling hand tapped the option 'Inzi', and just as soon as the choice was made the menu blinked and returned with another series of inquiry.

A moment passed as Desmond blankly stared at the screen, struggling to comprehend the current reality, if he could even call it so. His anxiety and worry began to be replaced with determination and apathy as he turned his empty gaze to his watch. It had stopped. Finally his heart began to slow down and his eyes focused once more. The clock had stopped for some reason. Maybe the battery had died, maybe he was frozen in time, whatever the reason Desmond took it as a sign. He had time, and if he just kept going he knew he could see Derek and Elenya.

Desmond gave his gender and estimated height and weight though stubbled over the selection of a sub-race. Having never had the time, videogames, books and movies were never really a priority. So the fantastical world set before him wasn't just foreign but completely unknown. However after some deliberation a now steady hand tapped the transparent menu and chose Snow Inzi. After all, Desmond was from the north, and while he hated the cold. Well, the devil you know as they say.

After he had satisfied the menu's questionnaire it paused, before posing a significantly more weighted demand, though easy to answer for Desmond.

<State that which is most important to you.>

Desmond smiled lightly, "Easy," he said quickly "Caring for my kid siblings. Hell, they're my whole life." and with that a certainty filled him. Whatever the hell the world around him was, he was going to get through it, just like he always did.

Deathkitten · Mar 10, 2021

<Answer accepted. Freedom.>

His form changed to match his choices, and though he could feel the strange warmth and change, accompanied by the feeling of new appendages on his back it wasn't painful. This was followed by a mirror that appeared beside the text screen that showed him his new form. His scales were silver, along with the skin that spread out from his new wings.

<Form changed. Dragonkin variant - Moon. Specialty, poison. Color, silver. Adept at flight.>
<Do you want a wish?>
<For a task, it can be granted.>
<Kill three gods. Aside from that, you have all the freedom in the world to do as you please. Even so, you can achieve this goal however you see fit. If you succeed, you are granted a wish.>
<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Fast Teleport - Lvl 1>
<...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

Cam E. Leon

<Answer accepted. Success.>

His form changed to match his choices, and though he could feel the strange warmth and change, it wasn't painful. This was followed by a mirror that appeared beside the text screen that showed him his new form. He was shiny gold, like a street performer, but his features were still visible regardless.

<Form changed. Human - Pyrite.>
<Do you want a wish?>
<For a task, it can be granted.>
<Kill three gods... if you can. You can achieve this goal however you see fit. If you succeed, you will be granted a wish.>
<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Hero's Luck - Lvl 1>
<...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

zhuum

Osuka

<Answer accepted. Family.>

His form changed to match his choices, and though he could feel the strange warmth and change, it wasn't painful. This was followed by a mirror that appeared beside the text screen that showed him his new form. His scales that he now had along his back and arms were white, and his skin was a strange green-blue with what would otherwise be called freckles all along his body if it weren't for the fact the "freckles" were white. His eyes were now a glittery gold with tiny slits for pupils, and his ears were cute and pointy. To top it all off, he basically had fangs now with how long and sharp his canines were.

<Form changed. Inzi - Snow.>
<Do you want a wish?>
<For a task, it can be granted.>
<Kill three gods. You can achieve this goal however you see fit. If you succeed, you are granted a wish. This wish could be to retrieve your siblings or to return home.>
<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Greater Telepathy - Lvl 1>
<...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

Lemercer

oooo · Mar 10, 2021

Lucas was a nervous wreck on his walk towards his, hopefully, future place of education. He had prepared notes and formulas for all the possible problems that could be tasked him. He knew that failing this entrance exam would lead to another year of minimum-wage slavery, a year which would lead to further degradation of his understanding of physics, and delay his path to a happy life endlessly, in his eyes. Time was money, but money was not time and didn't plan to spend longer than necessary getting nowhere useful in his life. The college was along his way to his current job. Just looking at it everyday on his walk to work was painful, knowing he could've been in there had he put in more effort in school. He was prepared for hard work and all-nighters, anything would be better than his current predicament.

As he strode towards the cobblestone steps that lay before his path to a better future, college, a giant, gothic, seemingly made of cut stone, gateway presented itself. It's double-doors were huge, and stone too, and he doubted he could open them if he tried. This was surreal. It didn't even plop into existence, it was as if it had been there the whole time, waiting for him. He didn't know what it offered, but his creative mind concluded that this must be a better start, or an alternative start. The doors opened themselves to him. He passed through, naturally, as if he knew what was coming.

He didn't.

He had once been invited to a skydiving event by one of his friends, Phillip, and he started to regret that didn't. It probably wouldn't have helped. He would've screamed, had he not been aware of how alone he was. He slowly felt his consciousness slipping as everything turned dark...

He woke up in what looked like an endlessly large field.

A menu popped up. A menu popped up? How the fuck does that work? It seemed to be in front of his eyes but also not - he tried touching it and his hand simply waved through it. Lucas had consumed enough media to have an idea of where this was going. The message simply said:

<Welcome.>
<Select your race. Tap for drop-down information.>

He mentally clicked on the menus and pondered through the options. So this was like a videogame? It looked and read near identical to an RPG character customization menu. He read through the different races as if cataloguing for new furniture. So essentially this was about choosing the specs that you wanted? His immediate instinct told him to go for human, simply so that he could feel normal. But then again, this wasn't normal. For once in a while he actually had an option of what to do, what to look like and what strengths to have, all through a menu. He focused on age, opting to optimize for the longest lifespan possible. That was logical no? He assumed that he would either have to die in this world or be sent back at some point - he might as well prolong his lifespan as much as he could. That wrote human off entirely. He read through all of the races, noticing the comment at Nergin. "They are often lewded". Okay, there was definitely an entity behind this nonsense.

Elf looked interesting, mostly because he could keep his humanoid shape and characteristics. If he were to be a dragon his life would be forever changed and there would no chance to ever integrate into a society, he reckoned. He thought about it for a while, but then he saw the text below all of the drop-down menus.

<If half-breed, select two.>

Wait, so he could mix races? That seemed like it would be optimal and Lucas, to be fair, was all about optimizing. Okay this was definitely the way. He selected Half-Dragon and Wood Elf, to optimize lifespan and hopefully magic capabilities, and could feel a transformation awaiting him.

Lemercer · Mar 10, 2021

Desmond Eric Quinn

Currently

Location	Field of Beginnings
Company	N/A
Action	Game Start

It didn't at all hurt, transforming into another race. Even so, the feeling of his hair and canines extending, the stretching of his skin as his body structure began to seamlessly change to fit his new race. Looking down at his hands Desmond gave it his all to remain calm, to view the occurring events as simply one more challenge to get past, a puzzle to be solved. He shifted his eyes to the menu once again as a mirror appeared before it, noticing first the green-blue hue of his skin. Pressing a curious fingertip to his new skin, freckled white and framed by silver hair, Desmond examined the unfamiliar features. Though he still roughly looked himself, facial bone structure remaining some-what the same, He could certainly tell his height and weight had increased slightly. "Shit.. Guess I was a little off, huh" Desmond mumbled, scrutinizing the new muscle he seemed to have. Then the menu chimed, demanding his attention.

<Form changed. Inzi - Snow.>
<Do you want a wish?>
<For a task, it can be granted.>
<Kill three gods. You can achieve this goal however you see fit. If you succeed, you are granted a wish. This wish could be to retrieve your siblings or to return home.>

He stared at the screen for a moment. "Kill three gods." He said blankly. "You want me... to kill three gods.". Desmond gaze was steady, taking in a deep breath, followed by an equally long exhale. "Well... okay. Guess I'm going to kill a god. As long as I get home" he muttered as the screen displayed new text.

<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Greater Telepathy - Lvl 1>
<...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

An interesting question. Desmond never really thought about fear, not in a genuine sense. Worry? Sure. But he was never truly scared of anything. He knew how to protect himself physically, he protected his siblings and their fears. It took quite a few moments before He had an answer, thinking back to the cold nights alone as a child. He was fearful then, in a way. Not of the hunger pangs in his stomach, or blue tint to his skin when the heat wouldn't turn on. It was the thought that his parents wouldn't return. The fear of being alone. And so he answered.

"Loneliness. I've never been a huge fan I guess." he responded reluctantly. "Say, this menu seems to react to what I say so, let me ask you a question." Desmond figured the damn thing had asked him so many, he was due one. "Where am I...?"

Osuka · Mar 10, 2021

Connor and Dennis

Location:

Dennis wasn't about to allow Connor to have a word in edgewise. Sure, maybe his son's actions thus far haven't been entirely conducive, but they did at least draw out more than simple prompts, and he had to snag control of the situation before his son further devolved. So with a clearing of his throat and a hand on his son's shoulder to silence him, Dennis would take over.

"Alright," he started. "Well, considering this isn't getting us anywhere, I'm going to assume that if you want three gods dead, then you're going to at least ensure our survival to some extent, but in exchange for our cooperation, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from speaking of my wife. It's a sensitive subject, and we have our reasons to believe she wouldn't want to return."

With all the clutter of the races, to be honest, it was just easier for him to pick human, but all the options made a human... Flashy. Stand out. They'd be easier to spot, and given the fact he was used to covering up what pallid flesh - however tanned it may be right now, it'd be more of a pain to re-learn how to camouflage oneself if given the option. For now, though, as he frowned and made his selection of the Fire-Opal variety, he'd have to just deal with it. It seemed that what they knew of what humans looked like had a radical difference in this new, unknown world.

For Connor, though, just simply sticking with the easy route at this point wasn't going to make him feel better about it. The conversation already left a bad taste in his mouth, and as he glared at the screen, he decided he was going to get everything out of this that he could if it meant being effective. If it meant keeping Dennis safe, whether or not he reverted to his prime or kept at his age, he was going to grab at everything he could. After all, all he had now was himself and his dad - not even any of his (though very few) friends, but he had to calm down to be able to make clear choices. Whether the "Administrator" was trying to goad him or just state facts wasn't important anymore since his dad already dealt with that issue. If the Admin decided to at least humor the two tiny ants they likely saw himself and his father, he wouldn't have to worry about the Admin continuing to use Shannon to fruitlessly drive home the point.

Mom was dead. Mom wouldn't have wanted to leave God's side, as far as he knew, and it wasn't like one Pantheon could have the jurisdiction to overrule another, right? This was likely an entirely different dimension they were being thrust into. There was no way that they could pull it off, if he followed the logic of God being a Tulpa and taking into consideration the overwhelming number of people who believed in such a thing.

Yeah, he just had to rationalize it. Rationalize it like he did everything else, and he could get himself to calm down. Admin didn't have the power to do it, and so all their words had to be hollow, right?

After taking a moment to collect himself, he decided to futz around with the races. Snow Elves having abilities over ice could have surprisingly useful utilitarian applications, and if he mixed the race with a Dragon type of a different aspect, he could potentially have an extremely powerful and rounded skillset. The only problem is that he'd need to be sure about it if they were purely elemental in their traits....

"What types of dragons are in your world?" Connor called out, his voice now more even as he spoke. "I can't make a fully informed decision as of yet, though I have at least some idea of what I want to choose if I have the option of mixing races."

Aelia Aeldyne · Mar 10, 2021

Nastasya

bzzt

I blinked, woken up by the ringing of my phone. Ugh. My eyes were sore and my brain was clearly unhappy with how I'd been awoken, judging by the headache. Stifling a yawn, I picked up - only after failing to unlock the phone twice, that is - and heard my husband calling out my name from the other hand.

"Nat ? Oh good god, you're finally picking up. I've been trying to get you for almost half an hour now. You okay ?"

I yawned again, a very cat-like sound, before responding.

"Nnnh ? Oh yeah, I'm good. Sorry for worrying you. I just uh... passed out in my chair at work when I was about to leave. Urgh. I'm so drained... what time is it, Fred ?"

"Twenty-one, give or take five minutes."

Welp. Looks like I'd slept much longer than expected. And with that headache I was having now, there was no way I'd be sleeping tonight.

"Well, fuck. Alright, gimme five minutes. I'm getting a ride. I have a headache and I'm not standing very straight. No way I'm driving in that state. That's asking for disaster."

"Mkay. See you soon."

"Yeah. See you soon."

Now, there was the issue of actually getting a taxi or finding a colleague willing to drive me home. Well. First I'd be getting a glass of water. My throat was positively dry after this impromptu nap, and if I had to have another conversation, feeling like I had a grate stuck in the windpipe would not be optimal. Also, get the white coat down. It was starting to feel heavy on the shoulders. That done... huh ?

No. Might've been my imagination.

My office was dark right now, considering night had fallen and the light was turned off, but there should be no reason the door would glow, even ever so slightly. If this was an hallucination or a weird light effect, coming closer would probably make it go.

I stepped forward, approaching the door carefully. I blinked. Nope, still glowing. I looked around to see if there was anything else weird... And well, there pretty much wasn't an around anymore.

Truly, I do have a talent for eloquence in dramatic moments, as displayed by the following.

"What the fuck ?"

Still much nothingness and a door in the middle. Okay then... If this was some weird sort of lucid dream, I was fairly sure I'd have no chance but to go forward, and so I pushed the door open.

-

My current hypothesis was that I'd passed out again and hit my head on my desk while doing so. Given that my office had disappeared before my eyes, that I fell through a door in the sky and passed out after an unspecified amount of time spent travelling downwards at terminal velocity, and that there'd been a screen prompt in front of me when I woke up, I was thinking that the damage from the fall had hit my skull and that my brain was trying to sort things out with some sort of weird lucid dream-experience thing. Well, I could read what the prompt said, so it very much was not a dream.

<Welcome.>
<Select your race. Tap for drop-down information.>

Seriously, what the hell. I'd never been too keen on video games, so I had no idea why that of all things had been shown to me. Oh well. Not like a strange unconsciousness experience was anything rational anyway. Might as well just go along with it, hoping that I just wasn't bleeding out from a cranium wound out there. I sifted through the options. They were... strange to say the least. Some were words I had never heard about, and some were just plain weird. Well, most were weird, what with all stuff being fantasy.

I sighed, and picked one I could feel comfortable with.

<Drow.>

Deathkitten

Cam E. Leon · Mar 11, 2021

Kendrick stared at the mirror. So this was him now, honestly he had a bit of trouble recognizing himself.....did he get skinnier. He kept reading the message before tilting his head, kill gods for a wish? why would a god want other gods to die? Ehhh her didnt really get it. "A wish huh?....nah. Im an idiot so any wish i get would be wasted. Give it to someone who actually deserves a wish." he said sighing. before he flapped his wings a bit. This might take some getting use to. "My fear.......Ruining another life I treasure I guess. IF your a god shouldn't you know all this?" he asked sighing.

Deathkitten

Deathkitten · Mar 15, 2021

<Half Dragon Half Wood Elf selected.>
<Select gender.>
<Select height.>
<Select weight.>
The screen paused for a moment, like it was allowing him to read.

<You seem oddly calm...>
<State that which is most important to you.>

oooo

<Answer accepted: Loneliness.>
<...>
<Ability granted: Group Teleport - Lvl 1>
<...>
<You are in a sort of in-between between your world and ours.>
<This area is used as what your people might call a "character selection" area.>
<...>
<...>
<What is your greatest success?>
<What is your greatest failure?>

The screen paused again, allowing him to answer. After he did, three pillars would rise beyond the screen. One with a staff. One with a sword. One with a shield.

<If you had to fight, how would you prefer to do it?>
<Defensively? Offensively?>
<Long-ranged? Short-ranged?>
<Would you like to focus on magic or physical attacks?>

Lemercer

<Acceptable. Apologies. I only have one more thing to say on the matter, then. No kind god would keep a loved one from their family. Your land is devoid of magic, and the god you think exists is... at best absentee, but at worst doesn't exist at all. Most souls from your world are either lost, or reincarnate at some point. It is the way of the cycle of life.>
<Now I will refrain from speaking more on that subject as requested.>
<...>
<...>
<Human - Fire-Opal selected.>
<...>
<Connor. Dragons exist on a spectrum here. Choose an element of some sort, and there will be a dragon type to match. Most often, this is apparent from their coloration. Anything from fire to gravity, and perhaps even rarer and stranger types beyond it.>

Osuka

<Elf - Drow selected.>
<Select gender.>
<Select height.>
<Select weight.>
The screen paused for a moment, like it was allowing her to read.

<You're acting so collected for someone in a position like yours. I commend you.>
<State that which is most important to you.>

Aelia Aeldyne

<Answer accepted: Failure.>
<We are NOT anything like gods. Divine pissants like those deserve nothing but the bowels of a volcano to dissolve their skull slowly and painfully.>
<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Dice - Lvl 1>
<...>
<You selected a scalewalker before, but I neglected to ask you what you'd like the other 75% to be.>
<The default is high-elf.>
<What race would you like to mix 25%/75% with your dragon blood?>
<...>
<...>
<Also.>
<What is your greatest success?>
<What is your greatest failure?>

The screen paused again, allowing him to answer, as it was a lot of information. After he did, three pillars would rise beyond the screen. One with a staff. One with a sword. One with a shield.

<If you had to fight, how would you prefer to do it?>
<Defensively? Offensively?>
<Long-ranged? Short-ranged?>
<Would you like to focus on magic or physical attacks?>

Cam E. Leon

Cam E. Leon · Mar 15, 2021

Kendrick held his hands up as he looked to the side. Such a touchy person this dude was "alright alright. sorry for calling a divine pissant....I dont really have a name for you....so. Ill call ya Steve." he said not waiting for an answer before hearing his skill "Dice. Alright steve if you say so I'll trust you on this skill business. Though really, what can dice even do? or are you not allowed to tell me?" he asked as he looked a bit bitter reading the next questions. "successes huh? that's a toughy I don't really know. People say I succeed at life but I just do what's asked of me. Somebody asks for help i helped em simple as that. Though. I got in the newspaper once for tackling a kid out of the way of a truck slipping on ice. Hurt a lot and shattered my arm. But It was only my arm hurting the most so I just got up and walked to the hospital." he said before letting out a sad sigh "For failure..... I caused the death of my only friend. She had that thing where there body cant handle getting sick. But i brought her out to the woods repeatedly cause she begged me. Her name was Sasha. She would have lived 5 to 10 more years. But because of me. She died so early." he answered as his face was filled with regret and self contempt. True enough. Sasha was dead. She had immune system comprimization and was stuck at the hospital her whole life. Kendrick had met her through volunteer work and kept visiting afterwords. Hearing he camped all the time. She begged him to sneak her out and teach her. And like the idiot kendrick is. He did so. Causing her death to drastically speed up. But, that was the past. Kendrick had current problems right now. " Fighting styles.... Guess its a dangerous world huh Steve? Well, I'm not the best with strategies, and I don't think I could memorize chants... so I'll fight how i've lived my life. Push through any obstacles with my body and soul" He said grabbing the sword, in honestly he was never a fan of swords. Axes were more useful to him at least. You could cut wood. Butcher animals, or use it to cut and carve if you held it by the head.

Deathkitten

oooo · Mar 15, 2021

Well gender was a no brainer. He had wondered if dragons had genders but since there was a half-breed option they probably did. He plotted in:
<Male>
He considered if he should keep his normal height. If this was a medieval world people were bound to be shorter and his height had suited him previously. A fighting height would maybe be preferable. He pondered. Would a 6ft fighting height suit him better or would he be better off working with a height he was already adjusted to? He decided against differing his height
<5'9>
However, a little weight wouldn't be bad, especially if it was going to be all muscle and not just make him pudgy. A broader build would be a definite advantage. Of course he planned to practice combat, but a half-dragon form would definitely be practical for physical combat too, he thought.
<160lbs>
He wondered at the "You seem oddly calm...". Clearly whatever had brought him into the world had experience with humans, and possibly experience with dragging them into a fantasy world without notifying them first. He had been oddly calm, but mostly because he hadn't had anything to lose. He had had friends in his normal life, obviously, but he was never good at connecting with people, so this scenario didn't seem nearly as bad to him as it would to most. If the entity had taken in others they were bound to be less calm, at least the people who had a family they relied on in the real world. Regarding the last question, that would be between his friend Phillip or his mom, but his mom was definitely the most important to him. He disregarded thinking about how she felt right now. He had to convince himself the real world was on pause to cope with this.
<My mom>

Aelia Aeldyne · Mar 15, 2021

Nastasya

<Elf - Drow selected.>
<Select gender.>
<Select height.>
<Select weight.>

Then there was a small pause in the text, and what appeared next had me questioning many things.

<You're acting so collected for someone in a position like yours. I commend you.>

At this point, I had pretty much ruled out the possibility of a lucid dream already, since well, I could read things, so I definitely wasn't dreaming. That left two options; either I was hallucinating or I had somehow died - broke my neck or cracked my skull on the edge of my desk - and this was the antechamber for... my next life apparently. With that new message, I could rule out hallucination as well. "In a position like yours" was a pretty clear giveaway that whatever had happened back there had left me in a sorry state. Then a second line appeared.

<State that which is most important to you.>

This one completely halted my train of thought, and I stood there for a few seconds, mind blank. In all honesty, I'd never given thought to what was important to me. Pretty much everything I had and was had some degree of significance, every relationship mattered. It just felt wrong to try and categorize them.

"I'll be filling that one last, if you don't mind. Need to give it some thought. For the rest... Well. I spend - spent, I guess - my days elbow-deep in corpses and mangled bodies. If I was easily scared, I wouldn't have done that job. I'm very much freaking out right now, but fairly sure I'm a goner by now and nothing I can do about it, so it's more for my husband, my colleagues, that sort of stuff. And the poor guy who'll have to clean up of course."

While I was muttering to myself, - or no one in particular in this very moment, or perhaps who or whatever was behind the screen - I filled the three first boxes.

<Female>
<177 cm>
<59 kg>

Might as well go with what I knew best. I'd get used to it faster. That said, I was basing my whole perception of this from the screen's description and my own imagination, so perhaps I was entirely wrong. Now... All that was left was the last box. "State that which is most important to you." I honestly had no idea, and I stood there pondering for what felt like several minutes before reaching a conclusion.

<My hands.>

Even if I mostly dealt in forensics, I was a doctor first and foremost. I'd studied for the diploma, trained to get the practice right, taken the oath to save lives. And I needed my hands for everything. No surgeon can operate without fingers. So yeah. That probably was what I considered to be most important to me. It was the core of who I was. Without hands, I'd be nothing, or nearly so.

"I hope that's not too weird for you..."

Deathkitten

Osuka · Mar 15, 2021

Connor and Dennis
Location: Selection

There was quite a lot for the two of them to consider, but less so Dennis when it came to their initial selections. How much would they have to change when it came to racial appearance? How would their tactics change with innate abilities? While Dennis knew that he was comfortable with the extent of human capabilities, he also knew that Connor was going to attempt to make up for shortcomings with whatever abilities he could get his hands on. Whether he liked to admit it or not, out of the two of them, Connor was taking this more seriously than him and it showed. Hell, the old man didn't even give it much thought when it came to his selection - if it was human and closer to his current appearance, he would take it, and here Connor was squeezing everything he possibly could out of this. There was something vexing him throughout his musings, though:

Shannon's soul could have been lost.

Even if, somehow, "Bob" could theoretically get her soul, it didn't one-hundred percent guarantee that it persisted long enough. It could take them years or even decades to take down just one God, let alone three, and by that time, Shannon could...

"In my world, we had a game," Connor was the first to break the long silence, looking nowhere in particular. "Where there was a type of 'Kineticist' who used the 'Aether' type. It was universal magick that seemed to work with mana directly instead of any specific element, and utilized it to work in unconventional ways. Is that possible here, or would that be considered something else like a 'Spirit' type like in some of my old world's stories and games?"

Truth be told, Connor was gambling. He didn't know the first thing about how magick worked in this world, or even if it was possible. He had been debating this for a few minutes now, and if this didn't work the way he wanted to swing it, most of his plans would be ruined. His theory that there was something as far as Universal or general magick which would touch bases with each of the world's core elements, and with it be able to become a more all-rounder type of "player" in this admin's game. In fact, it was crucial that he find a way to become an all-rounder of sorts, since Dennis seemed passively adamant about being as close to himself as possible while dropping into a place where - for all they knew - everything they understood could be thrown out the window. Maybe this world didn't even work like in all of their games, their movies, television shows, or books? If they couldn't get a quick grip on how things worked, they'd be able to count themselves extremely lucky if they were able to join Shannon on the other side, let alone be able to kill enough gods to wish her back. If what the admin - hell with it, he's calling the admin Bob - if what Bob said was true, then there wasn't really anywhere for her to go until they completed the task.

It left a bitter taste in his mouth. What did the Gods do to deserve being headhunted by otherworld entities? What kind of advantage would outsiders even have against them to begin with? They were becoming a part of that world with the races they picked - it wasn't like anyone else who was well-trained by the Admins couldn't do the task, right? Or were they more expendable due to being outsiders? People not missed by those in the new realm - replaceable pawns in a neverending war.

There were too many questions, and not enough answers. They'd have to play it smart and fly by ear until they had a better bearing of the situation, since Bob was likely going to be biased about the issue at hand.

Deathkitten

Lemercer · Mar 19, 2021

Desmond Eric Quinn

Currently

Location	Field of Beginnings
Company	N/A
Action	Game Start

Desmond stretched his hands and arms, acclimating to his newly altered body. "Huh..." he said as he watched the menu scroll on, his worry slowly turning to curiosity. "This really is some video game shit... Abilities, Levels, Character selection." he was beginning to regret never really playing one, though it's not like he necessarily had time. Suddenly Desmond processed the phrase 'your world and ours'. So he was right, he was somewhere else entirely, then maybe he would get back home in time, mine as well not waste it. The screen scrolled on

As the text appeared on the menu, three rather ornate pillars arose out of the ground holding a staff, sword, and shield respectively. Desmond chose to ignore whatever magic mechanic he had just witness and simply answer the question. "Really laying it on with these questions aren't you" he said, trying to ignore the fact that he was talking to a character selection menu like a person, although it had shown some shred of sentience. "Greatest success? Fuck. Raising my siblings, hell it's a miracle they aren't dead" Desmond chuckled and reminisced over his earlier years raising his kid siblings, acting as if he had it together. "As for failure.." he tried desperately not to get any more emotional. "Guess I could've kept my parents around" he mumbled, taking in a deep breath "But you know! that's not really on me is it! Yea. It isn't. I'll uh..." Desmond tried to reach a little deeper. He had failed a thousand things. Missed a bill, flunked a test, hell he dropped out of high school. "I uh. I guess I never really lived. If that makes sense. Just uh" Desmond stumbled over each word of the ridiculously selfish statement he was making. "Never focused on me you know?".

Just as he answered, a slew of questions was launched via the menu.

"God damn guy slow down!" He half-laughed as the text quickly rolled across the screen. The following questions significantly shallower, and so Desmond went through them as if he was ordering a sandwich and the corner store. "Hell uh... Offensively. lemme see um, we'll go with long ranged and." Desmond squinted his eyes in useless focus. "Let's do the physical attacks, don't know a thing about magic after all.". After he spit out his answers the menu paused once again and Desmond rubbed his neck, noticing his hair was a bit longer, This was all too strange.

Deathkitten · Mar 21, 2021

<...>
<My name is not Steve. If anything, just call me Admin.>
<Dice is a skill that summons forth a die of your choosing. When rolled, it will have an effect. The rest is up to you to figure out.>
<...>
<You did not respond before to my question, so I'll repeat it.>
<...>
<You selected a scalewalker before, but I neglected to ask you what you'd like the other 75% to be.>
<The default is high-elf.>
<What race would you like to mix 25%/75% with your dragon blood?>
<...>
<...>
<Also.>
<Answer accepted: Saviour>
<Ability granted: Miracle - Lvl 1>
<Answer accepted: Murderer>
<Ability granted: Miracle - Lvl 1>
<Abilities consolidated: Miracle - Lvl 1 + Miracle Lvl 1>
<Resultant ability: Miracle - Lvl 2>
<...>
<...>
<Offensively selected.>
<Short-ranged selected.>
<Physical attacks selected.>
<...>
<You may select two basic or equivalent abilities.>

Cam E. Leon

Deathkitten · Mar 21, 2021

<Answer accepted. Family.>

His form changed to match his choices, and though he could feel the strange warmth and change, it wasn't painful. This was followed by a mirror that appeared beside the text screen that showed him his new form.

<Form changed. Half dragon, half wood elf.>
<What type of dragon would you prefer?>
<Dragons here can be of most any element, and their colors reflect this.>
<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Greater Telepathy - Lvl 1>
<...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

oooo

<Answer accepted. Dexterity.>

Her form changed to match her choices, and though she could feel the strange warmth and change, it wasn't painful. This was followed by a mirror that appeared beside the text screen that showed her her new form.

<Form changed. Elf - Drow.>
<Do you want a wish?>
<For a task, it can be granted.>
<Kill three gods. You can achieve this goal however you see fit. If you succeed, you are granted a wish. This wish could be to retrieve your husband or to return home.>
<...>
<...>
<Ability granted: Greater Telekinesis - Lvl 1>
<...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

Aelia Aeldyne

Deathkitten · Mar 21, 2021

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Intergalactic Nuisance

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Lover of Carpets and Scotland.

I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!

Lover of Carpets and Scotland.

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Abandon all hope, ye who enter here

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