William loves fantasy and sci-fi genres, the lore and stories intrigue him which he wants to learn more. This interest leads him into playing tabletop games such as D&D to Warhammer franchise ever since he was little. Now, as an adult, this hobby became a part of his life. William's story begins on Saturday night, as he and his friends just finish their quest of slaying the Cult of Damned, but during the final moment in the combat, William's character died, which he wasn't happy after the campaign was over.
As traditional, William burns his character sheet and plans to make new characters for next week's game session. Since his character dies with honor, Dungeon Master (DM) allowed William to make new characters with no restriction. This gave him a rare opportunity, so when William got home, he immediately began to create his new character, after hours of experiment and multiple failures, William finished his new character.
"This is perfect since I can make any character as long as I follow the rulebook, DM can't say 'No' to this. Good thing I saved the digital copy of this class online." With excitement fade away William realized that he is tired and very sleepy, after checking his phone, he realized that it was 3 am in the morning, so after saving his new character sheet in his computer and quick hygiene, he went to bed with accomplishment.
--------
William woke from his sleep when a sound of metal banging got louder and faster.
"What is making that noise?" When William opened his eyes, the first thing he realized was that he was leaning on something, not laying down in his bed. The second thing was a strange creature in front of him, a humanoid and small as a little kid but with green skin and the ugliest face William has ever seen (but somehow familiar).
The creature was banging William's head with a wooden club and making metal banging noises, this was when a third and final realization came to William as he is now wearing armor from head to toe.
Finally, the creature stopped banging William's helmet and started yelling, in which more creatures appeared from the bushes. Two more creatures came and started talking to each other with a strange language, this was when William realized that these small creatures are goblins. "No freaking way, am I still asleep and having a realistic dream? Or is this real?" William started to wonder if his situation was real or just a dream, but one thing for sure, He has control of his body.
William did what any other people would do, he grabbed two goblins using both of his hands and broke their neck with ease, this surprised him as he didn't know his own strength. For the last goblin, he stood up and kicked the goblin in front of him, the moment William's foot hit the goblin's stomach, it just exploded as if it was hit by a truck. Blood and guts were everywhere, and William dropped two goblins as he understood that he was not dreaming, he killed someone or something and he was for some reason okay with that.
"I guess all those times playing D&D campaigns actually paid off, but if this is not a dream then where am I?" William didn't panic or freak out, but he was surprised due to the armor he was wearing.
He wasn't wearing typical armor like the knight's full plate armor but very futuristic armor with black and white with the symbol of Maltese cross in both of his shoulder plates. It only took William only three seconds to recognize the armor and symbol he was wearing, it is a Space Marine power armor, more specifically an Imperial Fists' Black Templar aka Rogal Dorn's angry boys. This did not make sense to William, because normal humans can't wear or even move due to weight and size unless the wearer is genetically modified Space Marine with gene seeds.
William found an answer to his question, he realized that his body is not the same as his old one, instead of average Joe, he is now 7.5 feet tall and weighing 800 pounds. After a few minutes of little panic and critical thinking, William decided to find a civilization (if there is any) to find more answers. But first, check his equipment in his pouches and weapons. Currently, he has:
[1 Bolt pistol with 4 magazines in belt pouches (10 rounds in each magazine), 1 combat knife (Size of a short sword for normal human), Chainsword and 4 frag grenades.]
'This is not even close to standard Space Marine equipment. I got a Bolt pistol and Chainsword but Space Marines should have at least a standard Boltgun.' William then thought 'What if' and decided to check his new theory by saying "Status!"