Notes. This will be under my pov.... So everybody else is 3rd person. (You gotta read his)
He gazed out into the darkness, the dim light of single lantern almost completely swallowed up by the darkness. Rain lashed against the window like a thousand tiny fingers tapping for attention, each rhythmic thump rattling the windows ever so slightly. He sighed, a heavy sound that matched the oppressive atmosphere, muttering to himself, "What a boring day it has turned out to be...."
He approached his computer, the dark screen reflecting his image back at him. It seemed to gaze at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to bring it to life.
He shook his head. "Not this time. I've used you long enough."
He turned away reluctantly, moving like a drunken teenager towards his bed. He collapsed, face first onto the soft cloud of his bed.
Now he could get used to this.
He closed his eyes, ready to drift off. For a few peaceful moments, he stayed like this. Pure bliss.
Something was scratching at the very ends of his vision, an annoying pest, unwilling to leave. Something was screaming for his attention.
A strange sound rattled the bed, jolting the half asleep [] (another note. Give me a name I can work with. "Comic book reader" won't work) awake. He rolled over and promptly fell off the bed.
He opened his eyes, scanning the room for just what had awoken him. He scanned the room once, then another time. His eyes landed on... a trapdoor. A traditional Japanese trapdoor, the shiny, sleek red wood gleaming at him, whispering desires into his ear.
He approached it cautiously. He walked around it, checking for anything that would give away what was hidden underneath. Nothing. The trapdoor sat there, innocently, like it was just an ordinary piece of the house.
He poked it. Nothing happened. He poked it again. The trapdoor did nothing.
He decided to step on the trapdoor. He carefully put a toe, then a foot on the trapdoor.
Not so much as a creak.
He became bolder, stepping on it with both feet.
Quick as a flash, the trapdoor opened. For a second, he stood on air, a final moment in this world. Then he fell through, only a small, surprised sound escaping his lips before he fell into darkness. The trapdoor shut and vanished, taking its unfortunate victim with it.
He fell. For minutes or hours he did not know. He tumbled through the air, trying desperately to cling on to anything, anything at all. Nothing expect cold blackness, seeping into him, crawling into his skin, chilling his bones.
Just as suddenly as he fell in, he tumbled out. He landed softly into a meadow. The trees danced in the soft wind, vibrant colors spanning, dancing in and out of his vision. Small song birds sang, their melodies filling the air with rich and beautiful sounds. The sun glowed warmly, chasing away the darkness, warming his soul.
He looked down at himself and immediately noticed something was extremely wrong. He stared at himself. He was wearing the same things, but something was... different. He felt something in his body, something... powerful. Something.... Fascinating. He snapped his fingers, and a gleaming rigging materialized behind him, the proud guns of a battleship pointed towards the sky.
He grinned. He knew exactly what this was.
Time to have some fun.
Modifier notes. In first chapter they are somewhere different and have "no knowledge" i find that strange as we are all experienced and know a ton about azur lane... so.... I'll follow the story line with my modifications.
The prologue alone will be about.... 8,000 words. So... it'll take time
Any comments please ask
