In a world where mythical beings hailing from every corner of the universe exist, there exist a very special type of myth, the universe hopper. That's you. After entering this new universe, you run into new interesting people and get an offer too go...
Drift sits in his chair spinning absentmindedly. Today was the big day, his premier. Thirty minutes ago he had received good lucks from each of the myth girls each as follows:
Calli: You'll kill it man. I'll try and stop by in chat.
Amelia: Good luck. Don't do anything embarrassing.
Ina: Don't be nervous. You'll do great.
Gura: Just have fun, and you'll be fine.
Kiara: You've got this Liebe! I'm cheering you on!
His bgm, background music, is just a simple drumbeat with a couple of cords from an electric guitar. His loading screen is chains pulled tightly all around the screen holding up a sign that says "Hang around for a sec." with a timer counting down. Right now he's less than five minutes from introducing himself. He looks down at the chains he got for this, they're thick heavy stainless steel chains, and they were not cheap. However they were perfect for his plan. He's less than thirty seconds away when he cuts on his mic and begins rattling the chains. He pulls them across his tiled floor. Chat explodes from the next level immersion as the waiting screen and the background music fade out. Drift turns his chair back around and his avatar appears on his third monitor. His avatar's eyes come down to look straight as he thinks of something to say.
Drift: Howdy. Uh. *Clears throat* My name is Drifter Vaga, universe hopper, part-time hero, and I guess we can add full-time entertainer to that list. It's a pleasure to meet you.
He gives a slight bow as chat rolls along.
Drift: I was told to fill out this here sheet, so let's just get into it. I maybe was supposed to do this before the stream and just explain it, but I decided to wait.
His full 2D model stands on screen wearing the same outfit he commandeered when he first landed in this universe. His arms and legs have chains wrapped around them and a chain hangs from a metal collar around his neck. To the left of him is a series of boxes with blank space for him to fill.
Drift: Alright. First up name, I'm Drifter Vaga. Drifter being the first name, I'm not accustomed to introducing myself in the traditional Japanese way. Friends call me Drift, by the way.
He writes his name down in the top box before continuing.
Drift: Birthday? Uh....oh God. I don't remember. Let's just say... October thirteenth. If you travel through as many universes as me then eventually time kinda just stops being relevant. Okay next is age... Twenty three. Height is seven foot three or two hundred twenty one centimeters for my metric system users. Before anyone asks, yes I've been told I'm a mountain. So next we've got color, it's pink.
He turns his head takes a breath. He begins glowing and makes his avatar glow along with him before stopping.
Drift: So yeah. It's pink. Okay food. I like all food however I've got a soft spot for Italian and Mexican food. Likes...uh oh I collect knives. Is that weird? It's the only hobby I kept for longer than six months, so I'm just going to put knives and deal with the repercussions. Dislikes being betrayed. That's really heavy, but it's really the only thing I've got. I don't mean being lied to either. You don't know betrayal until one of your "friends" helps you save the world and then poisons the rest of the party, but you live because you didn't eat dinner that night. That Tuesday sucked. Biggest fear? Having to hurt someone I care about. This is heavy man, so let's move on. Signature. Okay here you go. I've actually got two different signatures depending on the situation.
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