I was falling. The wind roared in my ears, and the ground was a distant blur far below. Trees spread out beneath me, a dense, dark forest waiting to break my fall in the worst possible way. "Great," I muttered, sarcasm my only companion as I plummeted through the sky. "Just what I needed. Falling to my death."
Branches whipped past me, the first one cracking against my arm with a sickening snap. Pain shot through me, and I cursed loudly, barely managing to keep my eyes open. The next branch met my ribs with brutal efficiency, knocking the wind out of me. I tumbled through the canopy, each impact adding to the litany of cuts, scrapes, and bruises that covered my body.
Finally, I hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud and blacked out.
When I came to, everything hurt. My arm throbbed, my ribs screamed, and every inch of my skin felt raw. I groaned, forcing myself to sit up and take in my surroundings. I was in a dense forest, the canopy overhead barely letting any light through. No signs of civilization. No people. Just trees and the eerie silence of nature.
"Fantastic," I muttered, wincing as I cradled my broken arm. "Dropped into the middle of nowhere. Thanks, Star Lady."
The forest was like something out of a high-fantasy RPG, only this time, the graphics were cranked up to maximum realism. The canopy overhead was so thick that only slivers of sunlight pierced through, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Moss-covered trees loomed like ancient sentinels, and the air was filled with the damp, earthy scent of nature. Leaves rustled with unseen creatures, and the distant call of some unfamiliar bird added to the otherworldly ambiance.
I struggled to my feet, wincing as pain shot through my broken arm and bruised ribs. "Okay, let's assess the situation," I muttered to myself, slipping into gamer mode. "Inventory: no items, no weapons, and a severely damaged avatar. Objectives: find shelter, avoid hostile mobs, and figure out what the hell is going on."
I started walking, each step a painful reminder of my recent crash landing. The forest seemed endless, an infinite dungeon with no minimap to guide me. "Would it kill this world to give me a health potion?" I grumbled, stumbling over a root. "Or at least a save point?"
As I walked, I tried to keep my spirits up by treating everything like a game. The trees became environmental assets, the rustling leaves were ambient sounds, and the distant animal calls were just part of the background score. "Note to self," I said, glancing around. "If I survive this, definitely write a review: 'Graphics: 10/10. Gameplay: Brutal. Realism: Too damn high.'"
I had been trudging along for what felt like hours when a rustling sound caught my attention. I turned and froze, my heart skipping a beat. Emerging from the underbrush was a creature straight out of a nightmare.
The thing was an unholy fusion of a chicken and a praying mantis, and it was about the size of a bicycle. Its body was covered in a mix of feathers and chitinous plates, glistening in the dim light. It had the beak and wings of a chicken but the elongated body and forelegs of a mantis. Each leg ended in a razor-sharp claw, and its beady eyes locked onto me with unsettling intelligence.
The creature clacked its beak, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I stood there, paralyzed, as it took a tentative step toward me. The light filtering through the canopy highlighted the iridescent sheen on its carapace and the lethal sharpness of its claws. This thing looked like it had been designed by a sadistic game developer on a caffeine-fueled all-nighter.
"Well, crap," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "This is not a beginner-level mob."
The creature took another step, and that was all the motivation I needed. "Oh hell no!" I shouted, turning and sprinting away. The forest blurred around me as I ran, adrenaline dulling the pain in my body. Behind me, the creature let out a screech and gave chase, its footsteps eerily silent on the forest floor.
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Thanks, Star Lady...
FantasyHey, I'm Subete Owari-a professional loser living rent-free in the parental basement of Tokyo. By day, I conquer pixelated monsters and by night I pen the ultimate strategy guides. My parents are cool, considering I'm their forever "work in progress...