"Hey, author, you do realise that since you have described my surroundings I'm currently nowhere. Like, I don't even think it's possible to describe where I am. It's not even a void. Just nothing. So if you could, y'know, put in the effort of describing my surroundings that would help."
Reece was in a sparse forest. There were lots of bugs trying to bite him.
"Well fuck you too then, Reece mutter whilst creating a ball of fire above his hands to ward off the bugs.
"So would you answer my question now, what did my brother do?"
The author has not yet decided. He will use it to screw you over at a critical moment.
"You are such an asshole. Also, how do I know you're telling the truth? You could be lying through your teeth."
The author cannot lie.
"Huh. So basically you'll screw me over but you'll do it honestly? Also, can't you just be a bit nicer? What did I ever do to you?"
The author would like to remind Reece that he kidnapped the author to write this story for him.
"Yeah and it took a hell of a lot of effort on my part, so how about you do your job? What world is this, anyway?"
The author has decided you are in a currently unnamed medieval, high-fantasy world. There have been rumours of demons in your current area recently.
"Wow. How original.
Let me guess, there's an adventurers guild as well.
And I'm going to join it for money but on my first mission I'm going to be attacked by demons then go on an adventure to save the world from demons."
The author can neither confirm nor deny this information.
"And the whole way I'm going to be racially abused by everyone."
The author has not made his fantasy world racist.
"Well, that's just unrealistic. Racism is everywhere even more so I'm fantasy worlds where there are races like elves and demihumans."
The author has decided that all worship of the God of Chaos is considered blasphemy in this world and anyone involved with him is to be burnt at the stake.
"Hah! So the world is racist towards me!"
The author has decided he's wasted enough words this chapter and he needs to actually start moving the plot forward.
"There's an actual plot to this shit?"
The author indicates that that is true and will now perform a short time skip to get the ball rolling, so to speak.
"Wait, wait, wa-"
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"it!"
"Son of a bitch! Stop doing that!"
Reece was walking down the hall of a wooden building, paintings of different people he didn't recognise hanging on the walls. There was a red carpet along the floor and small tables with vases of flowers along the side.
"Sir, are you okay," asked a woman to his left standing a metre away having jumped back as Reece had suddenly shouted.
"Ahem. Ignore that, I just received a magic message directly to my mind."
"That's possible," the woman asked wide-eyed.
"Of course, anything's possible if you know the right magic."
"But didn't you say you couldn't cast?"
"Ahem. The sender is the one casting the magic. I'm merely receiving the magic."
"Of course, that makes sense. Well, your team is waiting just through here," the woman gestured to a small door on the side of the hall. She then bowed her head slightly and walked off.
"Y'know author it's a bit confusing to talk to someone that you haven't described. It's like taking to the concept of a woman who doesn't exist if that makes sense."
...
"No response? Whatever," Reece swung the door open as he spoke, stepping into the room. Inside the room was a round wooden table with five seats around it, four of them already occupied.
In one of the seats sat a tall, slender man dressed in a leather tunic with a bow around his shoulder. He had long brown hair and bright blues and sat straight with an impeccable posture.
In another seat, a small cloaked woman sat curled up with her knees to her chin. A large hood cast a shadow over her face and the grey cloak concealed the rest of her body. A black staff made of marble-like rock reared on the chair.
In the third seat sat a massive man, seriously he had to be at least seven feet tall. He was wide as well and Reece doubted that any of it was fat. Not that he could see any of the man's skin, the silver plate armour he wore concealing him. He still wore his helmet with the visor down so Reece couldn't see his face. A massive broadsword and shield lay on the ground next to him.
In the fourth sat-
"Holy cow tits!"
Reece couldn't resist shouting as he saw the girl's humongous breasts. Seriously, could they even get that big? Calling them melons was inappropriate, beach balls would be more fitting. Honestly, it was ridiculous, how did she even move with them? Just standing up must be the equivalent of a fifty-kilo squat. The things Reece could do with those if he didn't drown first. Holy shiiiit, his fantasies her dragging him further away from reality as he forgot where he was.
The woman was currently glaring at Reece as she watched him remorselessly stare at her chest.
"Slippy. Kill him," she spoke in a soft voice.
A giant snake with a vibrant red runic pattern along its scales slithered from the ceiling above Reeces's head. It opened its jaws and snapped them towards Reece, who calmly sidestepped at the last second, avoiding the snake entirely.
"Young lady, are you wifi? Because I'm feeling a connection."