Thursday May 26th, 2016
10:06 am (7 hours of sleep)
Fighting hollowly on, our hero, after many eons of struggling forward, seemed to have been giving up.
"How much longer must I go? How many more must I slay? When will it be enough?" she pondered.
Like an answer to prayer, a great shaznarl beast lumbered from out of nowhere scooped up our hero and popping her in it's mouth chewed her up into many tiny pieces. Now normally being masticated instills fear in an individual but not our hero. She looks at it as the next great adventure. Letting her consciousness slip away, she found herself emerging into the arms of a strangely clad man wearing a robe, gloves, a little cloth hat, and a mask all the color green. After a short appraisal of the situation, she realized she seemed to be significantly smaller.
"How long was I out?" she attempted to say but nothing but gurgles erupted from her mouth.
She instinctively reached for her sword but to her dismay it was not there. Not only that, but she had what felt like a fleshy rope attached to her middle. After a shoot of pain the rope was severed and she was bundled in a blanket and passed from the strangely clad man to another giant of a man and a teary eyed woman.
To what levels of adventure she would be having, she was unsure. What she was sure about was the fact that this was all very frustrating.
Fred and Balinda had always wanted a baby girl and the way this one fidgeted and squirmed suggested she was going to be a hand full. They cleaned her up, thanked the doctors, and after a brief stay in the hospital, started home.
Traffic through mid-town was particularly dreadful this time of day. Which when coupled with the struggles of the baby made for an aggravating time. Finally upon returning home it hit the couple that life would continue just as it had but with one special difficult package added.
As time passed, our hero realized the boring monotony of living in this time and place. She realized she didn't belong here Give her monsters and fighting, royalty to rescue, or ancient deities to barter with. However, this place, this life had none of these things she had been familiar with.
As she grew, she fought. She fought with anyone and everyone. Labeled 'trouble child' by most, she found violence and vigilantism her greatest fantasies and her biggest outlets. In her previous existence she had been a hero, a warrior, a legend. In this reality she found herself in, she was just another angry nobody, just another angry teen. Then just another angry adult.
She was eventually put to death by lethal injection. Having succumbed to her fantasies of vigilantism, she had beaten a few muggers to death and caught, quite literally, red handed.
As the injectors emptied their contents into her veins, she felt herself slipping away, her consciousness drifting a bit only to be swallowed by nothingness.
And then, she awoke once more.
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