God damnit

Chapter 1. fuck....

Oh boy, where do I even start, well I guess my name.

*sigh* hi, my name's Issac, well, WAS would be key here, because dead people don't need names.

Now I'm sure you're wondering how I died, well if you read the story description, you'd know now wouldn't you? But all the bullshit aside, I died on my way to a anime convention.

Now I know what your expecting, and no, I didn't get run over with a truck, though I guess that might have been better.

Well no, I died from being to close to a nuclear strike, not what you were expecting Now was it?

All of that because some mother FUCKERS got uppity with their toy box of nuclear warheads and just so happened to target the city I lived in, here I'll let you guess,, and even give you a hint, its not detroit...

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If you guessed Las Vegas, Nevada, you'd be right, but I'm pretty sure none of you guessed that :P

So yeah, I'll let you read what happened, enjoy my suffering you sadistic fucks

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"I can't believe you gaggle fucks managed to convince me to do this shit"

If you can't tell, I'm annoyed.

Why? Because I lost a bet and now I'm going to an anime convention with my special trio of idiots.

Now if your thinking were friends, you'd only be half right, because they consider me their friend, me, not so much.

Now if your wondering what I'm going as, I'm going as eren yeager, from season four, because I've been told that I have an uncanny resemblance, also that I could've been his identical twin.

So we're on our way to the convention, me as eren, and my three 'friends' as Sasha, Connie, and Jean. Don't ask why.

But just as we were going to enter through the doors, a siren goes off, then another, and another.

Now most people didn't know what they meant, but I did. Why? Because my parents are preppers, and if you don't know what that is, look it up.

So now all I can think of is how we're so fucked.

Finally, as we're going to die, instead of running away like a good panicked citizen, I whip out my phone and start blasting music, what music you may ask?

The only one that's proper of course

Issac: "TAKE ME HOME! COUNTRY ROADS! TO THE PLACE, WHERE I BELONG! WEST VIRGINA, MOUNTAIN MOMMA! TAKE ME HOM-"

And then it happened, the detonation.

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Issac: *gasp*

I was breathing heavily, what the fuck was that, a dream?

No, impossible, I still remember it clearly, there is no way that was a dream, it felt too real, plus I don't remember taking a nap on a fucking hill.