My name is Ren Adams and I'm your typical teenage guy. I eat, sleep, and play video games. Mostly games like Call of Duty or Halo or Gears of War. Never an RPG game though. I was never all that good but I loved playing nonetheless.
Currently, I am sitting in a classroom listening to my teacher drone on and on about the Nazi Party of World War Two. While yes I play lots of war games the history of it bores me. After all why should I sit in this stuffy classroom with twenty something other people just to listen to a smell old man talk for hours when I could just take out my phone and look up whatever I need to?
My teachers voice brings me out of my thoughts. "Mr. Adams would you give me your response?"
Well shit. Now I'm stuck. Time to roll the dice. "Well uhh... you see..."
"Today please Mr. Adams." My teacher jabs as my classmates laugh.
"DDDRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG!" The school bell tolls.
Whew. Saved by the bell. Literally. Finally school is over. Time for summer vacation. I've gotta get home. It's my turn to cook dinner tonight. But first.... NEW CALL OF DUTY! I'm pretty sure it's on the way. Even if it isn't I'll make it so it is. My parent are always so tough on me. Sometimes I wish I could live in my games. It would be so easy. Not having to worry about cooking dinner, or what time I have to go to sleep.
I get buried in my thoughts rather quickly and don't really pay attention to anything else. So when the kid who was trying to drift his car around the corner lost control that was it. My fate was sealed.
I open my eyes after getting hit by a car. My senses seem higher than before. I can smell the exhaust and burning rubber. I can smell the burger joint across the street. The colors seem brighter. I can hear people shouting and running towards me. And I can taste the blood. With that realization my head dropped and I died.
After Death
Now I feel like I'm floating. But it's relaxing. I think I'll stay here like this. At least until I hear someone I recognize. Maybe mom and dad will buy the game for me.
"Hello Gamer." A disembodied female voice says.
My eyes shoot open but there is only darkness. No sounds whatsoever either. I decide to reply. "Hello?"
"You have been chosen by the gods. Congratulations! But this is all they can do for you. Now Player. Enter your new life."
"Now wai..." I'm cut off by a blinding white light and appear in an ocean. Just floating.
(A/n: switching to third person. I'm not comfortable writing in first person. Let me know how I did.)
Ren floats for a few hours before washing up on a shore. Now in terms of where he washed up it's a rather safe location most of the time. But now is not one of those times. Where he washed up there was a ship anchored in the small cove. Little does Ren they are pirates of sorts. Slavers really. And they just lost a slave.
Ren stands and walks towards the figures huddled around a small fire. "Hey." Rens voice comes out in a croak that's barely audible. Swallowing his saliva Ren tries again. "Hey." The six men's heads perk up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Well saying that they are men is wrong. As they stand four of the six look like various types of shark while one is doglike in appearance and the last has big tusks protruding out of his mouth. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ren shouts as he turns to run.
Ren runs right into the massive body of a gorilla. "HA HA HA! NAT RE MAKA NEL!" He shouts to the others grabbing Ren by the head. He looks at Ren. "Gra noot helkin la deno?" The gorilla asks his question.
"I-I.... I don't know what your saying." Ren says.
*ping* A message appears in front of his face. "Would you like the system to auto translate?"
Yes[_] No[_]
"Yes please yes." Ren says as his head gets squeezed a bit.
"Who are you boy?" The Gorilla asks him.
"My name is R-Ren Adams." Ren says trying to pry the beasts fingers off of his head but the won't budge.
"Why were you drifting in the ocean?"
"I don't know I felt like taking a swim. OWowowowowow." Ren gasps as the hand squeezes tighter.
"Don't get sarcastic with me boy. Do you know where you are?"
"I don't have the faintest idea honestly."
"Ha. Hahaha. Oh man. Your lucky. If we hadn't sent out a search party you'd be starting your life as a slave. We will take you to the nearest city though. I'm Maxim. Over there pointing at them in turn. He says. Fox, Orc, then the four sharks. "That's Bait. He's always the one that draws people into our traps. That's. Drel Four Fingers. Both his hands only have four fingers. Next are Mako, Ripper, Cutter and Bill."
Of course Bill is the scariest looking one. "Nice to meet you all."
"That ship there is my baby. Shes the Imperial Bane." Maxim says. "Say boy. Did you just to this world?"
"Uhh.... well yeah.... I guess so." Ren says.
"Ah that explains a lot. Well what world do you come from?"
"I'm from Earth."
"Ah yes. This makes plenty of sense. Well you can forget about your old life. This is your new home. There is no way back."
"Why can we go home?"
"Because by the time the magic is done to create something that will allow for that travel we will all be dead. Irkalla made it that way."
"Who is Irkalla?"
"The creator of this world. He plucked us off of our respective worlds and dropped us here a few years back. Never thought he was still doing it. Well kid. Welcome to Irkalla Narak."