Where this shitstorm starts.

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I was sitting in my living room, watching tv, my tired body flopped down like a sad potato on the worn down leather, the animated figures on the screen speaking in a language I didn't speak, but had rewatched so many times that I knew what they were saying. I watch the slowly leaking kitchen sink, the cracked potted plants either side of the screen, and my phone, with its many unanswered texts and questionable memes.
mWhen I heard the tv screen glitching as a hand reached through and grabbed me by the wrist. I do what any normal non American would do and bite it, like the fucking savages all other countries peoples are (jk), unfortunately the hand is a bit more determined than I am and drags me through the screen.

Eventually I reach a character creation lookin screen but as a character POV, kinda like a virtual reality experience but unwanted and confusing. Although I reign my rotted brain into focusing on what the POV screen says.

*GENDER, POWERS, BODYTYPE, FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVE INTEREST*

"Ew thats kinda cringe, my gender will be yes and no, my powers, who gives a shit? None I guess. Bodytype? Don't care, whatever it picks I suppose, friends, Wait- you have to decide this shit? I dunno, random. family *dramatic sniffing* none, love interest, don't care."

*ENTERING NEW REALITY, YOUR DECISION MAKING SKILLS SUCK BY THE WAY*

"Well fuck you too I guess" I grumble before reality starts to shake, shattering like a car windscreen before splintering into thousands of pieces and falling apart, before reforming as a white mass as my eyes close against my will...

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