*Insert Generic Title*

*Insert Generic Chapter Name*

His name was *Insert generic name*. But that seemed to weird people out a bit, so they called him Gene. A bit rude in my opinion. if you're going to call someone anything, you may as well use their given name.

But it made them happy, I guess, so I let them. Also that "him" I was talking about up there is me. I'm *Insert generic name*. Not "average", mind you, generic. There's a difference.

But you can call me Gene. I guess.

 My appearance is, as you might have guessed, pretty generic. Hair color; generic. Face shape; generic. Body type; low and behold, generic. Basically, imagine what a generic human male would look like in your head, and that's probably me.

  Now, if you read the description then you have probably already guessed by now, but my world is really big. Bigger than yours. Bigger than Minecraft. Bigger than...Jeff. I guess.

  But this isn't about Jeff. This is a story about me. Not that you'd want to read about some generic kid in a world of monsters, but yeah. This is about me.

 Now, the description did lie to you about one thing. The only real generic thing in this book is me. The world is incredible, the food is amazing, the weapons look cool, and the education system is...sub-par. But don't let any of that fool you, I'm completely generic.

So, before we get started on my story, I think a bit of "lore of the land" is in order. Lets get to it.

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Long ago, the four nations used to live in ha-

No wait, wrong script.

A very long time ago, humans didn't exist in this world. We only came along about 700 years ago because of a weird Elf/Dwarf orgy thing gone wrong.

Anyway, back then there were 5 races; the aforementioned Dwarves and Elves, the magi, (which in my opinion are just elves with fancy hats. And bat ears.) the Orcon, (large pigs with thumbs,) and the ruling race, cat girls.

 I have been told that if I do not call them by their correct title, I will never see my family again. But they are pleased that I think of them as a ruling race. The ANIMA are, as they describe it, "Fuzzy elves." their words, not mine. They are all abnormally good looking with certain traits corresponding to their animal counterpart.

  And yes, I do understand that in order for them do exist, an elf had to have done the deed with animals, but lets not think about that. 

Long ago, the five nations lived in- frick, I'm doing it again.

  The five races lived together peacefully for thousands of years. Resources were plentiful, alcohol was cheap, and the animals weren't very aggressive. Unfortunately, dwarves will be dwarves. Mining is a joy for all dwarves, along with cooking and poetry, but that's not important. The dwarves had been mining one particular mountain for longer than most dwarves had been alive. One day they dug too deep.

  As it turns out, before even the elves existed, there was another race. A race of giants. Towering beings of knowledge and power. They were incredibly intelligent, proficient in magic, and loved creating things, experimenting, pushing past their limits.

Like most powerful, intelligent creatures with a lust for growth, they eventually pushed too far.

   After trying to develop a new type of foot cream using magic, the laboratory they were working in exploded. Nobody knows exactly where they went wrong, but all 500 giants, along with all the animals and experiments in the lab started growing and mutating, becoming horrible monsters of absurd size and power.

 After decades of fighting, the giants were worn down to the last few hundred, which may sound like a lot, but this is out of tens of billions. The world was deformed, torn up, and utterly destroyed. And the giants were tired. Exhausted. On the brink of starvation. They knew that even if they did somehow find a way to kill the monsters, it would be years before any food could be grown. Knowing their end was close no matter what happened, they devised a plan. A plan to save their world, and whatever future beings came into it.

 The monsters had developed a form of hierarchy around what used to be the head scientist. None would fight him, and they treated him like a swarm of bees treats the queen. They may have been acting on a hunch, but it was all the giants had left at this point.

  When the leader was alone, the last of the giants used the most powerful sealing magic they had to put him into a sleep that was supposed to last till the end of time.

  The giants, having used the last of their strength to seal the monster, couldn't escape as he fell and were crushed. The bee-like link between the monsters acted as a conduit for the magic, and caused them to sleep too. All the giants and all the monsters were either dead, or as good as.

 At least almost all the giants. There was one guy that couldn't use magic, so instead he wrote what I just wrote in the cave that the dwarves found. The cave that was actually the crater where the leaders head fell.

   Now, forever is a VERY long time. And it doesn't matter how powerful you are, no amount of power will EVER last forever. So when the dwarves found the big guys face, it must have triggered something in that already weakened magic that caused him to wake up.

Which made everyone, and everything else in the world wake up too.

500+ massive creatures tearing up mountains tends to make a lot of noise no matter where in the world you are.

 Now here we are. Back to the present. So much time asleep made the connection between the monsters weak, so there hasn't really been any coordination between them since they woke up. They mostly just wander the globe, stepping on people, eating small villages sometimes, destroying hundreds of thousands of us at a time, but its fine. Its a big world! No way they'd ever come here...right? My life is waaaay too generic for something like that to happen.

Right?