My name was Cody, changed to Kusk at birth. This is my story.
When I was Cody I never believed in God or reincarnation, my belief was that once you died
that was the end. Unfortunately that is not the case and depending on how you lived your next life
would be dictated by your actions. At least that's what I can infer.
I was a “family” man, age 25 when I died on earth. I grew up as an average kid, but shortly
after high school I joined up with the wrong crowd you could say. My buddies and I were hardcore
into drugs.
We ended up creating our own gang you could say. Offering people “protection” when it was
really just us who were robbing lawnmowers, bikes, and cars off their property when they were at
work. I was the “chopper” , the guy who ran the garage who parted out everything we stole on the
internet.
I didn’t make it very far in my career as the “chopper” as I was addicted to coke. Selling
everything I got my hands on, robbing people blind. Drugging women and bringing them home at
night.
Like I said before. I was not a good guy. Anyways I made the unfortunate mistake of taking
a girl who had faked being roofied and she ended up stabbing me in the stomach and I bled out.
That was when the world became dark and my eyes closed for what I thought was the last
time. I wasn’t actually upset about dying. I tended to take everything that happened without a care
in the world. Yeah it hurt, but it was just an end to a beginning. Or so I thought.
I could hear muffled noises, but everything was black around me. Wait how can I hear people I
know for sure I’m dead. The last place I was was in an abandoned warehouse on 45th street.
Maybe somebody found me before I died from blood loss?
I try to make out the voices I hear but no matter how hard I try I can’t. It doesn’t even sound
like anything but garbled noises. I try to move my body but something isn’t right. I can hardly move.
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It feels like I’m inside a pool of thick liquid and compressed.
Suddenly it feels like I'm being crushed.
Again and again I get squeezed, I feel like I’m going to throw up.
I feel the top of my head getting squeezed hard like it's being shoved through a shirt that's too tight.
The voices I hear get louder; they almost seem excited.
Then suddenly with one final squeeze on my body I see light and I am crying and bawling my
eyes out. I can’t even see where I am and I slowly drift into sleep.
I slowly open my eyes. The first thing I see is a ceiling. The ceiling looks like I’m in an old barn.
Timbers of brown crudely put together with a single lantern on the left side of the room as I turn my
head. Where the hell am I… We don’t have Amish people near us. Also why does everything seem
so bright and vivid.
I continue looking around and notice lots of hay scattered around the area I am.
I’m actually laying in the hay. I hear muffled voices in the distance. Just where the hell am I… I
continue looking around but I can’t move my head up it feels like im paralyzed. All I hear is the
sound of soft breathing a few feet away.
“Waaaaaaaaaaa” I try to ask for help, but the only noise I make is a pitiful wail.
What the hell, why can’t I talk? “Waaaaaaaa” I try again but only make the same pitiful wail.
All of a sudden I hear footsteps on stairs.
“Saudisa siuadhusayd saodsad?” A soft voice comes from my right.
“Hisdhadishaud usyagdgsad yufsamdsaodas” A voice comes from the direction of my feet.
I see the face of a beautiful woman hovering right in front of me. She has jet black hair with
auburn eyes. A couple freckles around her nose. A solid 9/10 if I have to say. She appears to be
about 22 years old. She reaches down with her hand and bops me on the nose.
Why the hell does she have hands the size of coconuts!?
But I can’t move and she moves her hand to the top of my head and slowly pats my head.
As she pats my head another figure appears. Or should I say a monster. A lizard? Man? stands towering above me, scars littering his face and neck. His skin is jet black with yellow snake
eyes.I start screaming at the top of my lungs
WHERE THE HELL AM I?????
He looks down at me
with alook of pity as he kneels down to get closer to me. He slowly moves his hands under me and
lifts me up to his chest. He speaks one word.
One word I would never forget “Kusk” and a blue screen appears before me.
System initializing
Name: Kusk
Age: 13 hours
Race: Demi-Human
Hit Points: 6/6
Mana: 1/1
Class: None
Stats
Strength: 0
Agility: 0
Vitality: 6
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 0
Skills: None
Titles: None
