《Undiminished》 The rambling of a not so mad, mad man My story starts like many do, with a change that was forced upon me. A change that lead me to fully understand how insignificant life really is. People like to believe they are important but, I ask you, are we really? I mean, if we are so important, how can life not only go on without us but also improve the overall living conditions of everything else? This is where I''m sure plenty of people launch into a speech of how great people are which I believe to be completely wrong. Let me just point to all of the problems people cause themselves, not even including what we do to the planet or other species. Enough of my rambling for now, though. I''m not sure how you have managed to find this, and it must be extremely confusing as to what this is supposed to be. Well dear reader(s), that all depends on where you have found this. Was it Earth -194,567,873,345,103,001? Seeing as that just so happens to be the Earth I was born on, it''s very unlikely you found it there, considering, after all, that was where my journey began. However, more importantly, I did watch that particular Earth be destroyed by a cosmic entity for shits and giggles. Although that¡¯s still quite far into the story, I felt it important to at least warn you that my story is neither pleasant or heartfelt. I''m not the hero you are silently hoping for, nor the reluctant hero who starts out not giving a crap, but who you later find out is a good person. I''m not even the villain working in the background for himself or the greater good. I''m only looking out for myself, and am willing to admit it right from the start. I''m just a regular run of the mill person that fate, luck, destiny, chance, or whatever you want to call it, decided it was a great idea to take a huge steaming crap on me.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Can you tell it''s been a very, very, very long time since I''ve communicated with a normal sentient being? I''m sure a big, smart person like yourself has already figured that out. Anywho, moving on, this is just the introduction before we get to the meat of the story. I was bored as all hell when I started writing and became easily distracted from my own thoughts. I learned it''s probably a bad idea to start writing when boredom strikes, as it will lead to a large amount of uncontrollable rambling. Eh, screw it. I mean, it''s unlikely this will ever be read by anyone so who cares? I honestly can''t even tell you what universe I''m in, let alone the planet I''m currently on. This was going to be the first chapter of my story but, you know what? Forget that noise. This is my time and I''m damn well going to use it any way I want. And now I''m writing to myself, this is just great, not the least bit crazy now, are we? Welp, even though writing this leads me to believe my sanity is draining, the act itself has been quite an enjoyable experience and I shall continue to do pages just like this for my own enjoyment and stress relief. When you have seen as much random bullshit as I have, taking a little bit of time to figure out a way to relax is nice. Hmmm, now that I feel better I only have one more thing to say before I truly begin. If anyone does ever read this, I want you to know that no matter what you go through in your life you aren''t alone. Life is always moving forward and it''s scary even in the best of times. So no matter what you believe in, you''ll never truly be alone because I''ll be out there watching, waiting, and giving you that little bit of extra push you need to continue on. I would never have made it this far without a certain entity helping me out even if they were a dick about it most of the time, so it''s only fair I pay it forward. I''m betting nowhere is safe from what the multiverse has become so with that, Good Luck, Traveler, You¡¯re Going To Need It. -Signed Art The beginning, yet the end [ Greetings, peon! You have been selected to train for the next six months before being forced to face what your world has become. This by no means you will be safe or even be guaranteed that you won''t die. The only reason some of your puny race on this planet has gotten this chance is so we can see the effects our intervention has on your people, compared to those who without it. Now let''s begin! You will be given a class, power, and personal stats that can go up and down.] Can you slow down, please? This is a lot to take in and, at this point, the only thing leading me to believe this is even real is the fact I can see giant green text floating above and in front of me. [ Shut up. You have no say in what is happening, and quite frankly we don''t care what you have to say. It''s time for your random class to be selected for you.] -Shazam! You have been granted the class: Tamer -This class can be evolved in the future should you live and gain enough respect of the tamed subject and experience. Your class is a jack of all trades and master of none when it comes to fighting. As such, you have been forced into undisciplined, close-quarters combat. Have fun punching and kicking things as that will be all you get to do. No weapons will be allowed to you at this time. -You have been granted the predetermined partner: Dog -Make the best of what you have to work with. There are no rules that say it is only you that can evolve, or that a dog is all you can get. [ You will now be granted a unique power based on where your spawn location will be.] -Well, aren''t you getting the shit end of the stick today? Not only did you not get to choose your starting class or fighting style, but your selected spawn location has also been selected as the highest leveled zone that the simulation of your planet will have. It is guaranteed that you will die a lot. -With this tragic point in mind, you shall gain the power to never truly die, and gain a small amount of stat improvement. This will also apply to your partner, but be warned death may not be the end for you, but that doesn''t make it pleasant. -This power has used all of the remaining luck you had, don''t expect good fortune in the future. [ Your time here has come to an end, let the apocalypse begin.] -Spawn location set. Travel initiated. The current location is no longer valid. Target location has drastically changed due to time interference. The location was randomized to the hardest known location.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. [ Well that was an unexpected event. Now I''m very happy with the power you were granted. I''m sure you are wondering how everything was decided for you and, to answer that question as simply as possible, the answer is random generation. That''s right, we couldn''t even be bothered to manually help you. Life is a bitch. We aren''t here to make it better; just make it more fun to watch. Oh, one last quick note before I give you the boot. While this is indeed just a simulation of what your planet will become, it''s still just one of the many apocalyptic possibilities that can happen. It is the most likely, but not everything you see in will end up there in reality. The idea of not knowing where in time you will arrive has intrigued me greatly. You are the first we have ever seen experience something like this. As we don''t understand what that will mean when you undergo your transition back to reality, expect the unexpected. Good Luck Traveler You''re Going To Need It.] Those were the all-so-wonderful words that started me on a journey that I not only didn''t want to go on but nevertheless often happens so I had no choice in the matter. I couldn''t help but think to myself at that moment in time that I was going to be fucked. Now I''m sure you are thinking, ¡®well that''s a lot to process all at once¡¯, and you would be correct. Let''s face it, I only really had three ways to face the situation. One: I could pretend to be the badass that is fearless and faces this with nothing but disdain and anger to push me forward. Welp, as you can tell that isn''t me in any shape way or form, which leads to option two: do nothing but cry and whine about how unfair everything is while still embracing everything going on and pressing forward. Or third and my personal favorite: freak the fuck out and ignore everything that has been said or explained. I''ve read about countless similar things happening to people but when it comes to actually being the one in a situation like this it''s not realistic to express anything other than disbelief. It''s much easier for people to simply believe themselves as crazy rather than look for the impossible. Are you really going to try and tell me you are some magic person who wouldn''t just freak out at something like this happening? One minute you''re in bed sleeping then *poof* you¡¯re standing in front of a big ass white environment. That''s not even counting the big green words or smaller orange ones above your head talking about impossible things, and basically telling you that your life is worthless. I''m a big enough person to admit I pissed my pants, cried, and even had a little poop come out. We can always pretend to be braver, smarter, and willing to take in everything going on, but when shit hits the fan, more often than not you aren''t going to be thinking straight. In fact, the only thing going on in my head at this point in time was, ¡°I''m fucked, I''m fucked, I''m fucked¡±. See, aren''t I articulate? Yep, that''s what was going on in my head during my five minute trip to wherever the hell that white room is. So let''s do a recap: woke up in a strange white room with no clear how I got there, big green words floating above my head with messages that seemed strangely intimate, detailing effects and actions that would either make things easier or at the very least survivable. Heh, this has unsurprisingly taken longer to write than I had assumed it would. I''ll try and write more soon but time is the one thing that I always seem to be lacking. If it''s not getting abducted from my home, fighting things that quite frankly terrify and often kill me, it''s running for my goddamn life. So time''s up, and with that, I''ll say what is always said to me: Good Luck, Traveler, You¡¯re Going To Need It CHAPTER THREE: LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES, BUT THE CHOCOLATES ARE SHIT Box filled with shit: take 2 A red sun was the firstthing I managed to get a glimpse of in the brand-new the world I was thrust into. The second thing I saw was what had been killing me in overand over again. I can honestly say what was before me was something sooutrageously stupid that I could only be embarrassed and impressed all at once. I was killed repeatedly by the same god damned thing I was bonded with. Yep, you guessed it: a fucking puppy was the thing that killed me more timesthan I can possibly count. Now I''m thinking, ¡°how in the hell did this normal in every way puppy kill me¡±? The puppy that had kept killing me was doing so by simply being excited. You see, when it saw me it would get excited and attempt to jump onmy spawning body. The problem here being my body was coming into existenceon a cliffledge. So, the puppy kept knocking my body over theedge, causing my death while my body was still forming. I can also tell you it is quite horrible to see your own body smashed into the ground. Multiply this by hundreds and hundreds of times, and now the ground looked like it waspainted a nice, dark shade of red. It was a surreal scene that much was forsure. The only reason I even got the chance to learn this was because Ihad managed to wait out the time it took for the puppy to become tired. So yeah, I was quite impressed with how everything managed to come together toperfectly screw me over. This tiny little puppy, the one being in all existence that would forever and alwaysbe on my side, was the cause of all of my starting problems. It wasstrange to know without a doubt that we were forever bonded, but it instantlypopped up in my head when I looked at him. I didn''t even know thegender or name of the puppy but still, I knew it was another part of my soullaying before me. My mind is urging me to stop thinking such stupid thoughts in the middle of arandom location. I, however, dare you to try and ignore knowledgemagically appearing in your head about things you never imagined possible.So yes, I was freaking out over a puppy, ignoring the fact my bodies are litteringthe ground under me. Speaking of ignoring things, the fact that dangercould be anywhere and everywhere around the immediate area was highup on the list of things that I shouldn''t ignore. That was what I probablyshould have been thinking about instead of my brand-new puppy. Life is funny sometimes, I guess. Here I was so excited to actually get out of thedeath cycle I had been stuck in. Expecting to see somethinghorrific and gruesome. Instead, I and an adorable puppy was offing me by pure chance. The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. The wonderful world of imagination and painful reality I in front tired of and give reason than e. Now with that taken care of, I can finally focus more on my surroundings. S an astronomer red means on Earth if I can trust what the boss asshat was saying to be the truth. I for some is going to how determine the from me differentcolor, it, of course, affected how we see the color of Earth''s sky. Imagination+Reality=100% screwed So, it turns out I was wrong. Which, in all honesty, wasn''t that big of a surprise to me. I thought, ¡°hey it''s simple. I''m on a cliff with a ledge looking down. How hard would it be to find a vantage point to get a decent look around the area?¡± Well, logic and everything humans understand about how the universe works is wrong. It''s so wrong in fact I''m connected to Dudley on a level unheard of, as well as sitting on a cliff connected to cave with nothing else attached to it. Yep, you heard me right. Nothing is attached to this god damn ledge other than a cave that goes nowhere. I know this because I spent the last three or so hours looking through the cave for a way down or up, only to come to the conclusion it''s a dead end. Now I''m here asking myself how in the hell did I manage to get stuck on a floating cave/cliff ledge? Suffice it to say, I''m having a bad day. This is the point where someone would point out the fact I''m still alive, or how this future isn''t set in stone, or some other nonsense, but I''m not that kind of person. I''m the kind of person who sees the cup as half empty and expects the worst to happen, which it often does. How can I see anything hopeful about my situation? Lost in a world that is supposed to be my home but is so foreign to me it''s alien. Literally stuck in the middle of who knows where, floating on something that makes my head hurt just thinking about it. This isn''t even taking into consideration the lack of supplies, not only for Dudley, but myself as well. In the four or so hours I''ve managed to stay alive, the only useful thing I''ve observed is my connection with my puppy. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. I mean, I could sit here and continue to talk about the fact I''m pretty much boned, or how Dudley is an adorable little brown boxer because yes, I realized what breed of dog he is when I took the time to calm down some. At this point, the only thing I haven''t covered about my immediate situation is the slight pull I feel coming from what I assume is the ground. Does it even matter? The only way I see for me to get down is to somehow change my spawn location to the ground. Countless deaths have told me it takes more than dying to change my spawn location, so jumping to my death clearly isn''t going to cut it. I can''t find anything interesting on the cliff or inside the cave to help me figure anything out, and I was told exactly nothing in terms of how my power works. If I had to guess, I respawn based on how I die and what killed me. Again, this is just a guess and not even a good one at that. Looks like I broke a death cycle only to get stuck in a different one. - You died. - Oh look at mister crybaby, sitting here crying about his situation. Well good news for you! I''ve managed to fix your little problem. - Never say I didn''t do anything for you, and I swear to all that is holy and everything in between if you bitch about my solution I''ll make sure you end up regretting it. - So as they say where I come from, Good Luck Traveler because you''re going to need it. - Hehe, have fun jackass! I''m sure you''re going to enjoy this next part XD Side Stuff:Some of the many possible timelines Let''s take the time to look at some of the many things that could lead to the end of the world our mc is from. Yes, I said zombies which I haven''t gotten around to writing about yet but what kind of zombies are possible? We could also take a look at possible reasons for the outbreak other than vague ideas. This is going to be a theory-crafting chapter so it''s even possible some of this may be in the story. I also want to go ahead and say go leave comments of ideas and if I like what I see a real side story may show up or it may even appear in the main story. I honestly haven''t put much thought into what kind of zombies I want in the story, but if I''m being honest with my self I have always loved the tried and true slow-moving mob zombies. The problem with slow-moving zombies though is how could they manage to spread fast enough to pose an actual threat. The answer to that question has to be a disease/virus/infection/whatever your zombies are based off being airborne this, however, creates the problem of survival rates and immunity. If it''s airborne how vast is the spread, how fast is conversion rate of human to zombie or animal if you choose to go that route. And finally for the last of the bigger questions in this category travel speed of the airborne based let''s just say virus for this. These are just three of the major factors you have to take into account for a semi-realistic spread of a virus to make slow zombies work. I mean you can take a look at how viruses in the real world have spread but nothing would even come close to having the power a zombie virus would need to be able to make slow zombies work. You could in theory just have them pop up for no apparent reason but I dislike them just going zap and boom you have zombies everywhere. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. As for fast zombies you have a whole different set of problems to explore to make them work effectively. Like do you count infected as zombies? I personally think that all things that act and behave like a zombie should be counted as one but that''s my opinion. Do scratches spread the infection or just bites? Granted that question could be asked for any kind of zombie but it''s a lot more terrifying if all it takes is one little scratch from a zombie that can move as fast if not faster than a human to become infected. You can also look at how the zombies could evolve, fast zombies don''t leave much room for evolution unless you get into the freaky mutations. Whereas slow zombies can become faster and faster to naturally adapt to the loss of pray. It''s also a lot easier to imagine slow zombies being naturally suited to ambush people when you think of fast zombies it''s a lot harder to picture them being quiet enough to do something similar. Being a person that writes more with feeling and off the top of my head than planning things out it makes it harder for me bring the whole story together. Which leads me to the fact of why I like to write shorter chapters, it allows me to tie the story together easier. But yeah I just wanted to point out some of what goes on in my head while I think about the story and how I want it to move forward. I do put in a lot of time thinking of the story so while I write what comes to me and feels natural it''s not just all made up on the go with no thought put into the work and instead of copy-pasting zombie mutations because spoiler alert we will be seeing some I don''t want reused ideas. So expect some crazy zombies that can do stupid things because why not and hoo-ray for new things. Welp, that does it for this little side project and I hope to see some ideas posted before I post another one of these. Flying High and Dying Hard Here we go again. Not even that far along in the adventure and I''m dying again. At least I''m off that messed up piece of land, I just wish it hadn''t required my death. I, however, am not going to complain about my situation, mainly because I don''t want the little prick sending me any more snide messages. I might as well try and describe what happened after being grabbed and flown away by what I can only imagine an octopus-pigeon hybrid would look like. You read correctly ladies and gentlemen. A true freak of nature that not only exists, but apparently also thought it was a good idea to carry me off to knows where. I''m willing to take bets on how I died this time. Go ahead and take your time, I can wait. Had plenty of time to take your shot? Well, I guess I''ll never really know, but I do hope you don''t cheat and read ahead to find out. I could lie and pretend to be some kind of expert and tell you how far this thing managed to carry me, and in which direction, but I like telling the truth for the most part. All that I can tell you is if I thought I was lost before being carried off, I can assure you I''ve never been more lost in my entire life than I am now. I would like to say I''m a well-traveled person who knows more places than not, but again, that would be a big fat lie. I''m a small town, semi-country boy who has only really seen a small part of my home country of America. So, you can imagine my ability at guessing where I currently am is null and void, and if you know anything about the American school system then you know we aren''t taught much about other countries.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. With that being said, from what I have seen so far and what I managed to look at while in the air, I''d say there is a strong chance that I''m not in any well-known location. Whether or not I''m still in America is up for debate, but I guess location doesn''t really matter. As far as I know, everyone I''ve ever known or loved is dead, and has been for six months already by this point. That thought popped up in my head during my flight to new lands, and I have to say it was far more terrible than anything I''ve ever encountered in my life thus far. To know you are all alone in the world with nothing to keep you company except for a puppy is something indescribable to explain in words alone. Of course, just as I was coming to this realization, Pidgpus decided it was time for my drop off. If you previously bet that I died by falling to my death, then you would be correct and wrong all at the time. You see, falling would have been too easy of a way to die. Nah, I''m not about easy and clean deaths anymore. Pidgepus dropped me from at least a mile up in the sky right into the waiting arms of a cactus field. You are now probably asking yourselves how I survived the fall to the field, which is a good question to ask. Well, the answer to that is Pidgepus would repeatedly grab me before terminal velocity could be achieved. I basically ping-ponged my way till I was about three stories above the ground where I was then promptly dropped onto the cacti, where I slowly bled out filled with needles. A fun time it most assuredly was not, but one death sure does beat a death cycle so overall I call it a win for me. Stuff and things and everything inbetween Here we are again lost somewhere unknown. Only this time I wasn''t alone with a puppy when I woke up. First off, Dudley was nowhere to be seen, but more importantly was the fact I appeared to be surrounded by fellow human beings. The truly weird part of all of this is the fact no one even batted an eye that I had just appeared out of nowhere. Not a single word was spoken, or action was taken. It was as if everyone present couldn''t even see me. Me, being the all so intelligent person that I am, of course spent the next few minutes running around and making as much noise as possible to no effect at all. Either these people are deaf and blind, or they really don''t notice my existence at all. I, of course, proceed to poke one of them. At this point, I''m more annoyed and tired of this situation than freaked out at what is happening, so poking people to see their reaction isn''t all that bad. Unless, of course, it leads to the conclusion I don''t exist for them. Being stuck in this place by myself, only to find out the only human beings I''ve seen so far can''t see or hear me would be a kick in the balls I don''t think I could overcome. You see, I''ve secretly been hoping to find someone else to talk with just to see if I''m crazy or not because, let''s face it, this whole bullshit journey sounds like nothing but a bad dream, or the love child of a crazy person using too many drugs. It''s hard to accept what seems impossible even when it''s looking you in the face, but there comes a time when you are forced to believe it, whether or not you want to. Surprise, surprise, surprise. As you should know by Murphy''s Law, anything that can go wrong will, and as you can tell by my reaction my poke didn''t go well. Here I am surrounded by people but unable to communicate with them in any way whatsoever. Admittedly, I''m not much of a people person. However, having another person around to talk with would be great at a time like this. Ignoring my inability to communicate with these humans for a moment, I really should take the time to try and figure out why a group of people are huddled around a cactus field while looking like a homeless village. I understand something bad has happened, but what in the hell are these people doing here? I could think of a million other places to be when the world goes to shit instead of at a seemingly random field with very little to their names. Looking around, that wasn''t the only weird thing about this situation. As if being dropped from the sky to my death, waking up surrounded by people who can''t see me, and seeing people out in the middle of nowhere in a terrible location wasn''t enough, to make matters worse it was getting dark and the people were starting to get very nervous and twitchy. It was as if they were expecting something bad to happen.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Now I''m asking myself, ¡°what in the hell do they have to worry about,¡± only to come to the realization that it could literally be anything. At this point, I have no idea what has happened on Earth, and need to figure out what is going on in a hurry, because while the humans can''t interact with me, it sure as hell seems like other things here can. It''s a pretty safe assumption that if these people are scared, then I should at the very least be worried myself. I¡¯m wondering if they are just scared of the dark because of animals coming out, but that really doesn''t make any sense between the largeish group of people and the fact people had started to light some fires. I really shouldn''t have to explain why a group of people and fire scares off animals, but you know it does. Welp, that really doesn''t make me feel any better, you know, with the fact that the only reason I can think of for why these people might be scared makes zero sense. I don''t know how long I spent trying to think about what might be causing these people to act the way they are. Apparently, it was long enough that whatever they feared was about to happen or approach was now here. I have never seen a group of people so scared before in person as these people were right now. From my perspective, everything looked exactly the same with no changes to be seen. No sudden storm was on the horizon, or monster to be seen or heard. No explosion off in the distance slowly closing in, no random acts of people just killing themselves or others. Nothing and I mean nothing seemed out of the ordinary compared to what was going on before. Yet here these people were acting as if they were losing their god damned minds, and for the life of me I couldn''t tell why. Then I hear something but can''t quite make out the sound between all of the people gathered around, and the fact I had no clue as to how far away the noise was actually coming from. That was the last straw for this group apparently because they wasted no time grabbing everything they could as fast as possible and proceeding to run the fuck away. This was made all the more confusing by the darkness of the environment and how hard it was to see anything. That didn''t seem to stop or even hinder how fast these people were packing up and high tailing it away. While this was happening, the noise was slowly coming closer. It was becoming easier and easier to understand what the noise was, and to my surprise,it was just a voice. A single human voice. I''m ready to freak out at this point because no normal person would cause people to react this way. As if to prove to me I couldn''t be any bigger of an idiot, out of the darkness walks the most normal-looking person you could ever imagine. Review If you don''t even know my system for how I want the stats to go don''t make shit up on your own plus its 0.01% of current stats it''s never going to be huge and the character is never going to be op. I haven''t even listed current stats of anything for all anyone knows the current char has one stat point in everything meaning he gains nothing also again don''t "review" things if you don''t understand everything. Also, it would take a stat being over one hundred just to get to one extra stat point. So I ask you very rude person how in the fuck did you get to your math answer? I ask because a base stat of 100 increased by 0.01%=1 that isn''t very much and as people level up they become harder to kill thus die less. I would also like to point out his stats are going to be around five which he hasn''t found out yet and those increases do not count.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. So my point is don''t just say things when you have zero idea how things will work. I don''t care you gave me a bad review that''s fine what I don''t like is putting your ideas in my story. Welp, it''s clear this dude is just a troll who is taking his anger out on other people but whatever if they want to make up a story based on my writing all in their head good for them. I honestly don''t care about a nobody that makes shit up so this is gonna be the last time I even talk about this and will be moving on. For the last time it''s my story I make the rules not some ass clown that likes to troll people soooooo Good day readers and Goodluck because life is hard and you''re going to need it Sorry Well, first off sorry but not really sorry I needed a break so I took one, I''m mostly sorry I took such a long one but meh it felt nice and to be honest with you I hurt my back pretty hard an am just now starting to feel better. Second I wanted to leave an update saying no I didn''t drop the series and I''ll be releasing a chapter later this week and it will more than likely end up being the longest chapter as of yet because it''s going to take quite a bit of writing to make everything go forward in the way I want. Third I may or may not depends on how long the chapter ends up being\ write another chapter this week. Lastly, I want to thank everyone who has read my work so far and especially the people who will continue to read it. Also, I just want to mention again yes this story has many inconsistencies but it''s how the story is meant to be written as it''s about a person who is one hundred percent crazy but still manages to function. So it''s going to have a lot of first-person storytelling as well as third-person elements in it, which I like to call second-person perspective but yeah it''s a crazy way to write a story but I honestly think it fits. Stolen story; please report. Good Luck Travelers You''re Going to need it Life is Long, Hard, and Filled with Challenges -Art Meet the family So here I am lost, alone, and basically invisible to any human being, while still somehow able to be interacted with by the local wildlife and monsters. I''m also in the middle of an encampment which is currently in the middle of freaking out over what in the hell is coming towards them. Now you may be asking why should this even bother you? Well just because I don''t stay dead doesn''t mean I don''t feel pain, death hurts even in a situation where death should be instant. You see death can never happen fast enough to be painless which I''m guessing is part of this whole power-based thing. I''m pretty much guaranteed at least a full thirty seconds of the most excruciating pain imaginable every time I "die" so I very much would like to avoid dying as much as possible. When I see these people freaking out it''s my cue to be prepared for anything at this point, including finding the best possible means of escape. While I''m standing here thinking and believing I''ve done a good job about how fast my escape plan is coming together, I come to realize everyone who was surrounding me have already fled and left me standing by myself like an idiot. It was at this point I''m screwed and prepare myself to die as I''m sure nothing but death awaits me. Thinking about what could terrorize a group of people so much that they flee as if their lives depend on it while ignoring a large portion of the supplies they have gathered, leads me to believe it has to be some terrifying monster or weird-ass wildlife. I''m obliviously not firing on all cylinders any more and I admit it could have been a lot of other things that could cause people to run away but having just been dropped to death not long ago by a creature straight out of a Cthulhu based nightmare. Well, fuck me I really shouldn''t have written, spoke, or even thought that name because in this brave new world anything and everything seems possible and I would rather not see that one become a reality. And, here we go again with me getting off track even in the middle of a situation that should be getting my full attention but alas you''ll have to forgive my scatter-brained self. Where was I? Ah yes standing around like a jackass doing nothing which seems to be my go-to move when I do anything. It''s as good of a time as any to tell you, good people, what was actually coming my way. I bet each and every one of you at this point has there own guess as to what is about to kill me this time and hell maybe even one or two of you will get it correct. I sure as hell wasn''t prepared to see the most dapper and well-dressed group of people I have ever personally seen coming into view. I''m talking full-on tuxedos, top hats, golden pocket watches, beautiful hand-carved canes, and what I safely assume is also handstitched fancy schmancy shoes. Of course, the ladies in attendance were no less dressed to impress with some of the most eye-catching outfits I have ever seen. Yeah, that sight alone was enough to blow me away with the strange. Here I am expecting something far more terrifying than a group of snooty rich people to come traipsing into view, in a list of the top one thousand things that my mind could possibly come up with this was never one of them. It also brought to question as to why everyone decided to get the fuck out as fast as possible, sure rich people can be annoying but to actually run in fear of them? That my friends is just an extremely weird reaction to have, not to mention the fact of them being able to notice them long before they came into view. I''m not ashamed to admit I was thoroughly confused and a little freaked out at my current predicament of being surrounded by a group of wealthy people out in the middle of ass crack nowhere. Can''t say I wasn''t a little relieved upon what came into view because the worst thing these people could be were bandits and from my testing prior to them showing up I established I don''t exist for human beings. As they get closer and closer to me I''m celebrating my good luck at not dying which may or may not have included a little dance "hey death as I have said before sucks ass" this was promptly interrupted when they proceeded to cross over the threshold of little campsite. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. If everything hadn''t been trying to kill me or confuse me I might have found this a very funny experience a grown man dancing on a plateau? I don''t really know but I can tell you it was the only clear place in my sight and the people that were here had just started making a wall. It seemed a little redundant to me because you know we were inclosed by a field of cacti on one side, and well you know I guess I never looked at what was behind me. I''m really not doing so hot on the whole surviving thing, am I? Welp, that''s real life for you I suppose video games, movies, tv shows, and even books make it seem like you just go boom and surviving is the easiest thing to do in the whole world. I would like to formally say fuck you media for the false sense of security you have instilled into the general populace. Erm, off-topic again, anywho as this new group of people are entering this little campsite during my celebration, everything seems to come to stand still when they calmly ask me what I''m doing and if I am surrendering. Are you as confused as me? Good because that means I''m not as stupid as I thought. Before I even get a chance to comprehend the question all dialog options are taken off the table when one of the well-dressed people walks up to me and bites my throat out. As the blood is gushing out of me and the pain is starting to take me I can hear the group of people complaining. Apparently I was supposed to be given the option to surrender and become a breeder to produce more cattle as they were running out of food and didn''t need any more mouths to feed. I got to watch myself be eaten and head caved in while a group of intelligent people eaters talked about making humans into breeders, cattle, or immediate rations. The "good" option out of the choices still ended with being forced to produce children that would become their food source. If you ask me ain''t nothing good about that choice but hey I guess it really doesn''t matter seeing as I died finally and was in the process of being respawned. I''m sure by now if you come from a world with zombies you''re all screaming how can they be smart enough to dress fabulously let alone start cattle farms, my answer to that is fuck if I know. I couldn''t even smell them which is what I''m guessing tipped everyone else off as to what was on the way. Hell, they could be some kind of vampire or just a bunch of super crazy cannibals at this point in time I had no idea what I was facing. Here let me give you a checklist of weird and crazy shit that has happened to me over the course of one day. 1. Met some jackass with an insane level of magic or technology. 2. Learned death can''t even get me out of this bullshit scenario. 3. Have someone or something that can alter the world and beam messages into my head following me around. 4. Appeared in the middle of nowhere with no clue as to my location. 5. Met a magic puppy that is connected to me and just so happened to cause my death a lot..... 6. Saw a creature that needs to be cleansed with fire. 7. Found out I can''t interact with normal people or what I guess are normal people. 8. Realized humans are the top of the food chain. What a fun god damned first day where I have ultimately learned nothing but that death hurts and I can be hunted by the top dogs around as a food source. I sure wish I had been giving some op bullshit power that allowed me to be invincible but nooooooooooo instead I get to die away my problems to bad the other part of my ability hasn''t activated on any of my deaths. Today sucked and I''m fairly certain this is only the first of many days to come that aren''t going to end up with me having a good time. I''m not in the least bit eager to find out how the other part of my ability works either, even if it promises to increase my power. This has left me depressed and writing this is supposed to make me feel better, not worse but oh well guess you have to face reality sometime and it might as well be in a safish location. I sure hope this isn''t going to be ignored just because I said my planet is no more. I assure you just because my planet is gone doesn''t mean you won''t find another in a situation like this one. I''m writing these to help others and at the same time myself and when I reach a good stopping point I''ll leave this notebook behind for someone else to find. And with that, I''m signing off on this chapter and even tho this isn''t going to be the end of the notebook I''m still going to say. Goodbye and Good Luck Travelers. The cat lady saga begins This story begins like any other with us meeting our main character who is a very lovely lady named Eliza who is six foot one with flowing auburn hair and piercing blue eyes. Don''t be mislead into believing Eliza is an impossible to get runway model because she isn''t. While she is indeed beautiful it''s more of an overlooked version of beauty, because she may have many of the things that people may find attractive having an average body compared to huge breasts and butt have lead people to simply ignore her without giving her the attention that she deserves. I honestly don''t think being single and owning a ragamuffin breed of cat has helped her chances either. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Eliza isn''t a crazy cat lady yet though seeing as she only just turned thirty and you know only has the one cat.