Nekroz
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Dying wasn't so great.
Less than thirty minutes ago I had been alive, healthy, and on my way to work. The sky was free of clouds and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful and near perfect day.
Then I got hit by a bus. Which really ruined my mood. Now I don't blame the bus driver for hitting me, but I do wish that he had been driving just a little slower. Those kids didn't need to get to school that Badly.
My death at the cold wheels of the bus however was not the end of my story.
Shortly after my untimely demise I woke up in an all black room. The walls were black, the chairs were black, and even the potted plants were black. It also looked like someone's office, which gave the room an eerie feel to it. When it came to eerie though the room was beat by the man behind the desk.
A man that I was pretty sure was death. As in the grim reaper. He had the robes, the spooky bone hands, and behind him was a scythe. The worse part was that he was motioning for me to take a seat.
I didn't enjoy the walk over to his desk.
My obvious discomfort mattered very little to the reaper. As soon as I sat down he clasped his hands together and leaned forward, a hidden smile beneath his hood. I had no doubt that he was enjoying every second of this.
"So... You died eh?" Came the reapers cold and oddly mellow voice.
I wasn't sure how to reply, so I just nodded.
"Sorry lady but you gotta say it."
"Oh... Yea, I got hit by a-"
"Truck?" He interrupted.
"Bus."
With all the sagely wisdom of a drunken teenager the reaper nodded, and in the same breath pulled out a stack of papers. Using his pristine white bony hands he grabbed a single paper from the top of the stack and handed it to me.
"This the bus?"
In death's hand was a picture of the exact bus that hit me. Every detail from the dirty windows to the broken rear view mirror was caught perfectly. After examining the picture I confirmed with another nod of my head.
"Alright then." From nowhere the reaper pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on. "Well it says here that your killer was driving at 108 miles per hour. Had 18 kids in the bus, and owned a kangaroo.
"Due to the odd nature of your death, and since busses count as trucks, I am obligated to send you to another world."
An unnatural heaviness settled over the room as the reaper finished speaking and took his glasses off. Then he handed me a paper. The paper - strangely enough - did not come from the stack sitting in between us. Instead it looked as if he had pulled it out of his cloak.
On the paper itself was a list of what I presumed to be different worlds. Beside each listed option was a short description of the World.
One was a world of mermaids trapped in a perpetual war with walruses. Another was a world ruled by evil pigeons that had an army of orcs. There was even a world that was just made of slime. Each of the listed worlds were wildly different from each other, and yet they all seemed pretty horrible.
But not even a third of the way down the list I found a world that wasn't in the middle of some sort of supreme tragedy. A world that wasn't absolutely consumed by conflict, or all around evil.
It was a world of fantasy. Magical creatures roamed the land. Wizards crafted spells, and knights saved princesses. What truly made it stand out though was that everyone had a class and a level, just like in a video game. While it wasn't a perfect world it was the one I decided I wanted to he reincarnated into.
A decision that caught the reaper off guard for some reason. He gave me a look that I knew was straight and asked me the most important question of my life.
"Ya' sure?"
I wasn't, and just in case I missed something I reread the description for the world.
Nothing about it seemed off to me, as such my decision remained unchanged.
"Yes I'm sure."
The moment the words left my lips everything shifted. Behind the reaper the books turned to crows. His desk melted away and both our chairs turned to dust. Suddenly he was standing with his scythe in hand. By the time I noticed all this he had already decapitated me.
*****
Against all my expectations I awoke in a room that was even darker than death's office. It was almost pitch black and had not a single potted plant to ease any sort of tension. The walls were made out of stone, and the corners looked like they were actually made out of shadow. It was by far the creepiest, gloomiest room I've ever seen.
The only good thing this room had going for it was that it wasn't completely barren. Above me, I could see quite a few people looking down at me and the woman closest to me.
She had beautiful lilac colored skin, big sharp eyes, and white hair. But those details were all secondary, just little things that I noticed while putting the whole picture together. What truly stood out about this woman was her breasts. They weren't normal.
They were gigantic.
Each one of her boobs was bigger than a basket ball. Which took me a second to really wrap my head around.
I mean how was this woman standing? How did she get so big? And why were her boobs so close to my face? A moment after all these questions passed through my head I received an answer to each of them.
I was a baby and her figure was normal. As hard as that was to believe it seemed to be the truth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see other women up on the balcony. They too had huge boobs close in size - and a few that were even bigger - than the woman in front of me. But boobs weren't the only things that were huge. All of the women had big butts as well. The collection of massive mammaries and derrieres ranged in size, going from merely big to breathtakingly large.
It was weird, strange, and I was pretty sure the woman in front of me was my mother. An assumption that was confirmed as someone brought me closer to one of her boobs.
"You have done most well Miriam." Came a cold and calculating feminine voice from behind me. "I did not think that your experiment would work."
"Thank you madam General." My mother, Miriam as it were, replied.
For a solid two seconds straight I thought over what my mom had just called the other woman. General. Had I been born into the military?
Before I could think about that any further, the general spike again.
"In light of your success I have but one question: How sustainable is your project?"
The sudden question seemed to catch my new mom off guard. She muttered something under her breath before speaking up.
"With time and more research we should be able to reduce th-"
"How sustainable is it in its current state?"
With a defeated sigh my mother admitted defeat. "It is not sustainable in the slightest in its current state.
"To create another child of this caliber would take years and resources that could be better spent on other projects."
It was only after my mother said child that I realized they were talking about me. As soon as it dawned on me a single question came to mind: Am I a test tube baby?
No answer presented itself. Instead I was left with more vague clues as to what was going on as the general walked out, and the clacking of her heels echoed throughout the room.
"Prepare the child for the ritual."
I didn't like the sound of that. Rituals were always bad in my experience, and a ritual conducted in a dark castle screamed danger to me. Unfortunately no one cared about a baby's opinion.
As I started involuntarily crying, three men in large suits of armor appeared and grabbed me. They carried me away from my mother and down a dark hallway. While we walked down the hall I caught glimpses of other parts of the castle through doors that were slightly a jar and an open window.
There were more children here. Kids of all ages were being trained and taught in separate rooms. Some were shown how to fight and potentially kill, while others were taught how to read and write. Outside a group of teenagers were being trained to use a variety of weapons, and magic. I only caught a glimpse of it for a second before the rest of the world was closed off behind a big stone door.
The new room I had been taken too looked like the rest of the castle that I had seen thus far. Dark and gloomy. What made this room stand out was all the candles and jars scattered about. In the direct center of the room was a cauldron.
My very armed escorts took me over to said cauldron and sat me in it. After which they walked away and started doing... Stuff.
I wasn't sure what exactly they were doing, but from the sound of it they were moving an awful lot of glass and ceramic pots. Which made me just slightly uncomfortable. My level of uncomfort only rose when they finally returned.
In perfectly creepy silence one of the armored men picked me back up and held me tight. Too tight for it to be for my own safety. A suspicion that was unfortunately confirmed as another one of the armored men took out a bottle. It was filled with a viscous green liquid that looked as if it was moving on its own.
I wanted nothing to do with it.
The three guards forced it down my throat anyway. The entire process I kicked and fought and bit for freedom. I didn't care if they dropped me or if I got hurt; drinking that liquid was worse. It tasted like rotten eggs mixed with finger nail chippings. Nothing about it could possibly be enjoyed, and I had the sinking suspicion that it might forever effect my taste buds.
Fortunately that didn't seem to be the case. Immediately after downing the bottle my sense of taste, and well... My sense of everything, disappeared. It was quite similar to being dead. The biggest difference being that I was still very much alive. In my death like state I felt something foreign enter what I assumed to be my soul.
Whatever it was wiggled its way in and burrowed deep, and then did nothing. Not much later my senses returned to me, and I found that in the short time I had been effectively unconscious the room had filled up.
Once empty seats now had busty women, and muscled men sitting in them. From one wall to the other the room was packed. The amount of cleavage on display both breathtaking and awe inspiring. For all of one moment I was left in a trance by all the flesh gathered before me, Then I realized they were staring at me. Every single eye in the room was on me. Including the general's.
The woman's sharp icy blue eyes complimented her pale skin, and in someway made her boobs stand out more. Not that they needed any assistance in that department. The general had the biggest breasts in the room. They were easily three times the size of my mom's, who was maybe the fourth biggest.
In spite of her titanic size, the general moved as if her breasts weighed nothing. She strode up to me with all the casual ease of a supermodel, and looked me in the eye down the slopes of her cleavage.
Feeling slightly intimidated by the woman, I couldn't help but start crying. My body reacted to my emotions before even my mind did. The result was a sudden onset of tears that broke apart the general's stony look. She frowned, lifted me up to her chest, and tried to soothe my apparent anxiety by rocking me back and forth.
Slowly I stopped crying and grew sleepy, but on the cusp of passing out I was sat down. The surface of the table they sat me on was cold and prevented me from drifting off. Before I could utter a sound in complaint the general cast some sort of spell on me. Red dust poured out her hands, caught fire turned to ash and then fell on me. The magic ashes were cold to the touch and furthered my discomfort.
After they fell on me though, the general, and the three guards, started chanting. Their voices mixed into one deeper voice with an ever shifting tone. I was one hundred percent certain that the Strange phenomenon wasn't natural, and had something to do with the ritual the mentioned earlier.
But my thoughts stopped mattering when they finally finished their chant. The world was stripped away of its physical form and I was left in a void.
Here there was no sound, nothing but me and the void existed in this place. Then there was a bright blinding light. It appeared for a brief moment and nearly blinded me. And just as quick as it came it left, vanishing in another flash. In its wake was left a giant stone tablet.
The stone tablet had only two things on it; A picture of a knight, and some words. The words were written in a language completely foreign to me. Yet I could still read them despite. Which confirmed that this was definitely magic related and not weird drug related. A concern that arose immediately upon the general dousing me - a baby - in some strange powder.
[Name[N/A]
[Class[N/A]
[Level[N/A]
[Skills[N/A]
[Spells[N/A]
[Status[Void born]
Instantly upon reading the tablet, I realized what was going on. Well I thought I did at least.
I was getting a class, and this tablet represented my character sheet. Which was a bit concerning in the regard that I was considered nameless. I wasn't; My name was Carrie Morgan.
[Not anymore]
Instead of arguing with the magic tablet about my name I ignored it. A debate about names would do me no good. Plus the magic tablet was right; Carrie Morgan had died when she got hit by the world's worst bus driver. Now I was someone new, and without a name.
As soon as I accepted the fact that the old me was dead the tablet began to make a loud grinding sound. The sound turned out to be from my character sheet suddenly changing. At the very top where it listed my name, the giant N/A disappeared and a new name took its place.
[Name[Alita Veil]
Shortly after gaining my new name the tablet vanished and I was sent back to the real world.
Less than thirty minutes ago I had been alive, healthy, and on my way to work. The sky was free of clouds and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful and near perfect day.
Then I got hit by a bus. Which really ruined my mood. Now I don't blame the bus driver for hitting me, but I do wish that he had been driving just a little slower. Those kids didn't need to get to school that Badly.
My death at the cold wheels of the bus however was not the end of my story.
Shortly after my untimely demise I woke up in an all black room. The walls were black, the chairs were black, and even the potted plants were black. It also looked like someone's office, which gave the room an eerie feel to it. When it came to eerie though the room was beat by the man behind the desk.
A man that I was pretty sure was death. As in the grim reaper. He had the robes, the spooky bone hands, and behind him was a scythe. The worse part was that he was motioning for me to take a seat.
I didn't enjoy the walk over to his desk.
My obvious discomfort mattered very little to the reaper. As soon as I sat down he clasped his hands together and leaned forward, a hidden smile beneath his hood. I had no doubt that he was enjoying every second of this.
"So... You died eh?" Came the reapers cold and oddly mellow voice.
I wasn't sure how to reply, so I just nodded.
"Sorry lady but you gotta say it."
"Oh... Yea, I got hit by a-"
"Truck?" He interrupted.
"Bus."
With all the sagely wisdom of a drunken teenager the reaper nodded, and in the same breath pulled out a stack of papers. Using his pristine white bony hands he grabbed a single paper from the top of the stack and handed it to me.
"This the bus?"
In death's hand was a picture of the exact bus that hit me. Every detail from the dirty windows to the broken rear view mirror was caught perfectly. After examining the picture I confirmed with another nod of my head.
"Alright then." From nowhere the reaper pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on. "Well it says here that your killer was driving at 108 miles per hour. Had 18 kids in the bus, and owned a kangaroo.
"Due to the odd nature of your death, and since busses count as trucks, I am obligated to send you to another world."
An unnatural heaviness settled over the room as the reaper finished speaking and took his glasses off. Then he handed me a paper. The paper - strangely enough - did not come from the stack sitting in between us. Instead it looked as if he had pulled it out of his cloak.
On the paper itself was a list of what I presumed to be different worlds. Beside each listed option was a short description of the World.
One was a world of mermaids trapped in a perpetual war with walruses. Another was a world ruled by evil pigeons that had an army of orcs. There was even a world that was just made of slime. Each of the listed worlds were wildly different from each other, and yet they all seemed pretty horrible.
But not even a third of the way down the list I found a world that wasn't in the middle of some sort of supreme tragedy. A world that wasn't absolutely consumed by conflict, or all around evil.
It was a world of fantasy. Magical creatures roamed the land. Wizards crafted spells, and knights saved princesses. What truly made it stand out though was that everyone had a class and a level, just like in a video game. While it wasn't a perfect world it was the one I decided I wanted to he reincarnated into.
A decision that caught the reaper off guard for some reason. He gave me a look that I knew was straight and asked me the most important question of my life.
"Ya' sure?"
I wasn't, and just in case I missed something I reread the description for the world.
Nothing about it seemed off to me, as such my decision remained unchanged.
"Yes I'm sure."
The moment the words left my lips everything shifted. Behind the reaper the books turned to crows. His desk melted away and both our chairs turned to dust. Suddenly he was standing with his scythe in hand. By the time I noticed all this he had already decapitated me.
*****
Against all my expectations I awoke in a room that was even darker than death's office. It was almost pitch black and had not a single potted plant to ease any sort of tension. The walls were made out of stone, and the corners looked like they were actually made out of shadow. It was by far the creepiest, gloomiest room I've ever seen.
The only good thing this room had going for it was that it wasn't completely barren. Above me, I could see quite a few people looking down at me and the woman closest to me.
She had beautiful lilac colored skin, big sharp eyes, and white hair. But those details were all secondary, just little things that I noticed while putting the whole picture together. What truly stood out about this woman was her breasts. They weren't normal.
They were gigantic.
Each one of her boobs was bigger than a basket ball. Which took me a second to really wrap my head around.
I mean how was this woman standing? How did she get so big? And why were her boobs so close to my face? A moment after all these questions passed through my head I received an answer to each of them.
I was a baby and her figure was normal. As hard as that was to believe it seemed to be the truth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see other women up on the balcony. They too had huge boobs close in size - and a few that were even bigger - than the woman in front of me. But boobs weren't the only things that were huge. All of the women had big butts as well. The collection of massive mammaries and derrieres ranged in size, going from merely big to breathtakingly large.
It was weird, strange, and I was pretty sure the woman in front of me was my mother. An assumption that was confirmed as someone brought me closer to one of her boobs.
"You have done most well Miriam." Came a cold and calculating feminine voice from behind me. "I did not think that your experiment would work."
"Thank you madam General." My mother, Miriam as it were, replied.
For a solid two seconds straight I thought over what my mom had just called the other woman. General. Had I been born into the military?
Before I could think about that any further, the general spike again.
"In light of your success I have but one question: How sustainable is your project?"
The sudden question seemed to catch my new mom off guard. She muttered something under her breath before speaking up.
"With time and more research we should be able to reduce th-"
"How sustainable is it in its current state?"
With a defeated sigh my mother admitted defeat. "It is not sustainable in the slightest in its current state.
"To create another child of this caliber would take years and resources that could be better spent on other projects."
It was only after my mother said child that I realized they were talking about me. As soon as it dawned on me a single question came to mind: Am I a test tube baby?
No answer presented itself. Instead I was left with more vague clues as to what was going on as the general walked out, and the clacking of her heels echoed throughout the room.
"Prepare the child for the ritual."
I didn't like the sound of that. Rituals were always bad in my experience, and a ritual conducted in a dark castle screamed danger to me. Unfortunately no one cared about a baby's opinion.
As I started involuntarily crying, three men in large suits of armor appeared and grabbed me. They carried me away from my mother and down a dark hallway. While we walked down the hall I caught glimpses of other parts of the castle through doors that were slightly a jar and an open window.
There were more children here. Kids of all ages were being trained and taught in separate rooms. Some were shown how to fight and potentially kill, while others were taught how to read and write. Outside a group of teenagers were being trained to use a variety of weapons, and magic. I only caught a glimpse of it for a second before the rest of the world was closed off behind a big stone door.
The new room I had been taken too looked like the rest of the castle that I had seen thus far. Dark and gloomy. What made this room stand out was all the candles and jars scattered about. In the direct center of the room was a cauldron.
My very armed escorts took me over to said cauldron and sat me in it. After which they walked away and started doing... Stuff.
I wasn't sure what exactly they were doing, but from the sound of it they were moving an awful lot of glass and ceramic pots. Which made me just slightly uncomfortable. My level of uncomfort only rose when they finally returned.
In perfectly creepy silence one of the armored men picked me back up and held me tight. Too tight for it to be for my own safety. A suspicion that was unfortunately confirmed as another one of the armored men took out a bottle. It was filled with a viscous green liquid that looked as if it was moving on its own.
I wanted nothing to do with it.
The three guards forced it down my throat anyway. The entire process I kicked and fought and bit for freedom. I didn't care if they dropped me or if I got hurt; drinking that liquid was worse. It tasted like rotten eggs mixed with finger nail chippings. Nothing about it could possibly be enjoyed, and I had the sinking suspicion that it might forever effect my taste buds.
Fortunately that didn't seem to be the case. Immediately after downing the bottle my sense of taste, and well... My sense of everything, disappeared. It was quite similar to being dead. The biggest difference being that I was still very much alive. In my death like state I felt something foreign enter what I assumed to be my soul.
Whatever it was wiggled its way in and burrowed deep, and then did nothing. Not much later my senses returned to me, and I found that in the short time I had been effectively unconscious the room had filled up.
Once empty seats now had busty women, and muscled men sitting in them. From one wall to the other the room was packed. The amount of cleavage on display both breathtaking and awe inspiring. For all of one moment I was left in a trance by all the flesh gathered before me, Then I realized they were staring at me. Every single eye in the room was on me. Including the general's.
The woman's sharp icy blue eyes complimented her pale skin, and in someway made her boobs stand out more. Not that they needed any assistance in that department. The general had the biggest breasts in the room. They were easily three times the size of my mom's, who was maybe the fourth biggest.
In spite of her titanic size, the general moved as if her breasts weighed nothing. She strode up to me with all the casual ease of a supermodel, and looked me in the eye down the slopes of her cleavage.
Feeling slightly intimidated by the woman, I couldn't help but start crying. My body reacted to my emotions before even my mind did. The result was a sudden onset of tears that broke apart the general's stony look. She frowned, lifted me up to her chest, and tried to soothe my apparent anxiety by rocking me back and forth.
Slowly I stopped crying and grew sleepy, but on the cusp of passing out I was sat down. The surface of the table they sat me on was cold and prevented me from drifting off. Before I could utter a sound in complaint the general cast some sort of spell on me. Red dust poured out her hands, caught fire turned to ash and then fell on me. The magic ashes were cold to the touch and furthered my discomfort.
After they fell on me though, the general, and the three guards, started chanting. Their voices mixed into one deeper voice with an ever shifting tone. I was one hundred percent certain that the Strange phenomenon wasn't natural, and had something to do with the ritual the mentioned earlier.
But my thoughts stopped mattering when they finally finished their chant. The world was stripped away of its physical form and I was left in a void.
Here there was no sound, nothing but me and the void existed in this place. Then there was a bright blinding light. It appeared for a brief moment and nearly blinded me. And just as quick as it came it left, vanishing in another flash. In its wake was left a giant stone tablet.
The stone tablet had only two things on it; A picture of a knight, and some words. The words were written in a language completely foreign to me. Yet I could still read them despite. Which confirmed that this was definitely magic related and not weird drug related. A concern that arose immediately upon the general dousing me - a baby - in some strange powder.
[Name[N/A]
[Class[N/A]
[Level[N/A]
[Skills[N/A]
[Spells[N/A]
[Status[Void born]
Instantly upon reading the tablet, I realized what was going on. Well I thought I did at least.
I was getting a class, and this tablet represented my character sheet. Which was a bit concerning in the regard that I was considered nameless. I wasn't; My name was Carrie Morgan.
[Not anymore]
Instead of arguing with the magic tablet about my name I ignored it. A debate about names would do me no good. Plus the magic tablet was right; Carrie Morgan had died when she got hit by the world's worst bus driver. Now I was someone new, and without a name.
As soon as I accepted the fact that the old me was dead the tablet began to make a loud grinding sound. The sound turned out to be from my character sheet suddenly changing. At the very top where it listed my name, the giant N/A disappeared and a new name took its place.
[Name[Alita Veil]
Shortly after gaining my new name the tablet vanished and I was sent back to the real world.
