'Alrighty! Hello new worl-'
...
'Huh?'
What awaited Richter after about a 15 minute loading screen was not a hyper-luxurious bedroom with a busty MILF patiently waiting for him, but a waiting room. It was relatively small, being about only 20 square meters total. It had the most worn-out looking sofa, a magazine rack, and what looked like a receptionist's desk.
Since choking to death can take a lot out of someone, he decided to sit down. Only problem? There were other people. A crack-head, a man in a suit with a briefcase, and what could only be described as the love-child between a hippopotamus and an Oompa-Loompa.
Seeing no other choice, he reluctantly sat down. As soon as his ass hit the tatters leather of the couch, the crack-head immediately whipped around and looked at him right in the eyes
Richter was very uncomfortable.
"Hello ther-"
"Wudda yoo lookin' at?"
"... Nice Weather we're hav-"
"Thems are noice shoos"
Richter Wasn't even wearing shoes at the moment.
Before Richter could even respond, he felt like throwing up. Looking around, everything disappeared.
'Is it finally starting? Thank god. I had the weirdest boner!'
Next thing he knew, it was all black again. But with one huge difference. His current body was completely unfamiliar to him. On top of that, the reason he could only see black, was because he was in some sort of container.
'Where am I? Am I in a womb? An egg?'
[Ding Ding Ding! Host has guessed correct]
[+1 exp.]
'I'm in an egg? Just what exactly am I?'