I must admit that I am a bit insane. I was, am and always will be an adrenaline junkie. Don't g to reason about it or expin it away or anything like that, I long ago gave up on the same. I remember that first rush, the danger sending my instincts into hyperdrive and givihat GOOD shit. I was like seven and some odd months and my family went to the beach. Thing is this beach had a bridge that went real far out and was a good maybe fiftee up.-

  It retty popur to jump from said bridge and like most gullible children that young I was easily talked into giving it the old ameri go. It was the height and the reition in my underdeveloped mind that I, a flightless creature, was not meant to be this far up and the instinctual flict that occurs as a result that gave me that first taste of the good stuff. I've tried all sorts s in the years sio try and find anything like it but nothing es close. The thrill of being in danger aing by with the skin of your teeth was the only high I could crave, the rest were g in parison.-

  We adrenaline junkies are a crazy bunch willing to do all sorts of things that the rest of the popution looks at and goes "fuck that noise!". Jumping out of a perfectly good airpne, off the side of buildings, bridges and mountains. Me though? My best highs came from fighting. I started bar fights, fought in underground arenas and even had a stint as a MMA fighter for a couple years before the safety measures started to get in the way of my high.-

  That was when my rich buddy, Jake, also an adrenaline juold me about wild fighting. The idea was so very simple and while ly harmless gave a rush like no other. The premise was simply that you go camping in areas with naturally aggressive or predatorial animals except rather than avoid them you seek them out. I personally wasn't a fan of baiting the animals but sometimes it was necessary to get them to fight. Now obviously humans aren't meant to win in most matchups with an animal so to make things more fair you wear leather clothes and have brass knuckles.-

  The leather helps you take hits from cws ah much like most animals would normally and the brass knuckles added a little extra bite to your puhat believe me you will need. My first wild fight was a bobcat and I got cut to ribbons even with the clothes but I had never felt so alive after I fought it off. From there I had moved to more and more dangerous things until the present day came and I was camping in grizzly try during mating season.-

  My clothes were reinforced and my knuckles spiked this time because there was a zero pert ce of success otherwise.

  "Hey mate you sure about this? Grizzlies ain't a joke, only ever heard of oher guy fightin one and limping away afterwards. A single solid hit on you and one of those things'll crush you at best or rip you apart at worse even with that armor." Jake my rich buddy said through my sat phone.

  "I appreciate you looking out for me man but you know me, if I die fighting a Grizzly I'll go with a smile on my fad it's blood on my fists." I said with a grin.

  "I'll be sure to put that on your tombstoill you know how this goes, three days and if I don't hear from you a team gets sent to recover whats left, dead or alive. I would prefer the former but your ces don't look great mate. I'll chase the buzz with the best of 'em but as yood buddy I gotta at least try and vince you not to gh with this, you say the word and I'll have you up in a heli in thirty, no judgements added." Jake said seriously.

  "A solid offer man aing too since I don't actually want to die but you know me, I'll never run from a good fight." I said holy.

  "I know, you've got my best mate, give 'em hell." Jake said before hanging up and the hunt was on.

  My supplies for this fight were simple, a suit of reinforced leather armor, my dusters, a first aid kit, two days of food and water, a female grizzlies pheromones in spray form and my sat phone. I opened my bag and put the sat phone away befrabbing the pheromones. I spritzed some on a nearby tree and started my hike out from my basecamp spritzing the trees as I went for about five miles in every dire before heading bap.-

  'With as much as I used if theres a male around he'll find me long before I find him.' I thought as I sat he st marked tree to wait.

  The first day was bunk as there was no sign of any male moving through but I atient and didn't make the rookie mistake of double marking the area. Most would think flooding an area with pheromone would be the best option but I learned from experiehat it fuse a male as well if theres too much st.-

  See most animals leave trails rather than bs of st so if everywhere is covered by the st the male will aimlessly wander around since he doesn't know where to go to find the source. This not only makes him frustrated but if you don't stantly chearked area will frustrate you as well when he never shows. What I did instead was create a bunch of st trails that all led to my base camp.-

  Naturally this meant I was stantly on high alert for anything out of pce. Unfortunately grizzlies are much more stealthy than expected so I never saw it ing when the big scarred male showed up into the night and got the drop on me. One moment I was iigating a sound and waiting and the I was in this dark pce without any light after a sudden feeling of wet and hot breath on my neck. I wasn't mad that I was dead, I was furious that I didn't get a ce to fight back though.

  I was about to start w what came when a blinding light appeared out of nowhere in the shape of a man.

  "That is where I e in actually. Yes I did read your mind and ry but I won't deign to aowledge your pathetic attempts to get me to stop." the thing/maybe god said with an amused tone.

  I tried to speak but nothing came out which was both startling and fusing sihis being obviously could.

  "I could spend the few minutes I have with you to expin how a mortal soul like yours being pared to a divine soul like mine is literally not even possible and why I have more privilege's in this dimensional void than you as a result or I expin where yoing since you died and I get to choose. And no going back is not an option, not for you anyways." The definitely sounding more like a god thing said casually.

  'Ah well shit, there goes that request. Do I get any special stuff where I am going?' I thought sihat was clearly the only way I could "speak".

  "I'm gd you asked! See I have this hobby involving a bunch of different versions of you, Alexander Drake, gettio different fial worlds to serve as my eai with your out of the ordinary gifts that I give you. Before you ask yes the multiverse is real ahere are an infinite number of you's for me to pluck the souls out of ao other realities, had this exact versation three times with a version of you in fact." the definitely eldritch horror said calmly.

  'Okay a lot to process there but I suppose I should ask what gift I am getting? No wait! Where am I going?' I questioned with my mind rag to try and remember what was guaranteed death and what I had a genuine ce to thrive in from all fi I knew.

  "You rex since I believe in leaving at least a ce of survival and not insurmountable odds like say the Warhammer or Darksiders universes. Yoing to be sent to a pce that I imagine will fit you like a glove you never knew you needed until you got it, Bordernds. Specifically a year before the start of the series in fad right to Fyrestone when the inal four vault hunters show up there." The absolutely an elder god said.

  'Wait! You said that I wouldn't be put up against insurmountable odds but that universe is a fug death sentence where everyone and everything wants to kill you and does when you are pying!' I protested mentally.

  "Oh I'd hardly call it a death sentence, difficult sure but certainly survivable if you py your cards right. If anything that universe is teeming with opportunities for vast amounts of growth and even possible godhood if you take the right steps and open the right vaults. Of course you won't know what or where those are exactly but the idea stands. And of course that doesn't even include whatever gift you choose." The bright lord said.

  'I choose!?' I mentally excimed in shock as I had thought I had no say in this sort of thing.

  "Well yes and no. See the rules of this kinda thing, yes there are rules and no I won't tell you exactly what they are, state that I have trade with you to give you a gift. Memories, handicaps, gender and pretty muything that you as an individual have of value or potential is yours to trade for yift. Otherwise I give you a small mundane low potential buff and boot you to your new life. The more valuable the thing you trade the better the gift and as an important note if it is powerful right off the rip it costs way more than if it has the potential to bee just as if not more powerful if you put in the effort, it's a bahing don't ask." The one above all said seriously.

  This was a very important choie to make so naturally I wao take my time pting what would be the best option.

  "Fot to mention it but you only have ten mio decide before I have no choice but to boot you to your life. I suggest thinking about what you want to give up so I make offers on them." Alh said clearly enjoying the panic it's words brought me.

  'I would say all my memories but at that point I might as well just be an NP that pce to begin with. Also something tells me that gives you the right to fuck with my personality via those memories and I'd rather not. What about all the knowledge I have on that universe and blurring any personal memories from my time oh, family, friends, people or pces that sort of thing?' I thought seriously.