intro & part 1
So I guess this is gonna be my second crack at the isekai genre, something closer to the traditional type. It's also a comedy of sorts (at least to start), as if I would ever write a serious story of this nature. As usual this will be released in parts, to be updated whenever I pump out enough words.
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Jeff (that's his American name anyways, but it's not like anyone outside of his family calls him by his original name these days) work up with a start, his mouth wide open but the sounds refuse to come out. A silent echo of the pain from the last events of his recollection. He was strolling past that construction site back on Shady Oaks st, come to think it, was it more like an abandoned site since it was there for as long as he remembered. Then the grey van swerved towards his direction…
Wait, where the heck is he at now? It sure wasn't in a hospital bed, the air doesn't have the stench of whatever that sanitation thingys those places always had. Not to mention whatever he's lying on certainly wasn't bedding. It was way too damn uncomfortable to be any kind of bed or even sleeping bag.
It was dirt, he was lying on a floor of forest, the kind with the trees that are not pines, those trees that shed their leaves in the fall. Not that he ever cared much for such details, being at least a couple of generations removed from living lives of rural existence. Ew, nature, the filthy, disgusting nature. There's a damn reason why he stayed away from the outdoors, and rarely ventured outside the city.
It seemed weird it took such a long time to figure out the obvious discrepancies in reality, but in his defense, things like being run over by a van does knock a few screws loose…
'Hang on, am I in a bloody isekai scenario?' Jeff thought to himself. Then came the follow up thought was seemly petty at the time. 'And it wasn't even a truck! A mesely van! Don't they know who he is?!?'
A crazy leap of logic perhaps, but then again getting slammed by a van probably didn't do much to help his mental facilities, not that they were all there to begin with. Just another 20 something loser working at an dead end not real job, drifting through life fantasizing about doing things he could never do, to places always out of reach. Just another sad example among countless others of his generation. Half victim of social-economic circumstances of the times, and half perpetrators of their own wallowing.
Then he stood up, dusted himself off, and… just stood there. He has no idea where the heck he's at. It's not like he has a map or even a sense of direction. Who needs those skills in the big city anyways? When every smartphone has a GPS for crying out loud?
Speaking of which, he should be getting his bearings. He reached for his phone… and his hands came up empty. Just great, now how the heck is he suppose to find the nearest highway?
Then he realized the utter alienness of the noise around him. He was completely surrounded by nature, not just as was in rural areas, where the nearest road being a couple of miles away. Now he noticed that he couldn't even hear the reassuring sounds of cars and trucks going to and fo. He's now truly outside of his comfort zone. Alone in who knows where…
… he's really in an isekai scenario. Okay, sure there's no indication of the supernatural or anything that would actually suggest such a thing except for the sudden change of his surroundings. Heck, the surrounding are still perfectly normal earth type as far as he could tell, not that he has been out in nature since high school, almost a decade ago...
Well then, there's only one way to check, by accessing the JRPG style screens that should totally pop up.
He reached out his right hand, concentrated in his mind, and lo and behold, a screen popped out, just like in all those isekai stories he religious read in his free time.
However, it wasn't a JRPG or even visual novel style screen that appeared, but that of a… is that a Walmart online shopping homepage?
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WHAT IS THIS CRAP?!?
He's stuck in a different universe and all he has is access to Walmart? How the heck is he suppose to slay the baddies and save the world with low tier crap from the joke of American consumerism. The store in which only his coworker John was desperate enough to go on a regular basis, and he only goes there to buy chips and candy in bulk. That fat bastard, he would have a much happier time with this crap.
He cracked a smile, suddenly realizing that with himself being gone, John could kiss goodbye his chance of having an off day from work for the foreseeable future. Good, let that bastard suffer, lord knows he needs to be put in his place, always cheerful and happy-go-lucky about his life even if he's in the same lot as the rest.
Well, looks like he's stuck in one of those gimmicky isekai stories then...
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By the power of Walmart!
An original isekai short story
An original isekai short story
Jeff (that's his American name anyways, but it's not like anyone outside of his family calls him by his original name these days) work up with a start, his mouth wide open but the sounds refuse to come out. A silent echo of the pain from the last events of his recollection. He was strolling past that construction site back on Shady Oaks st, come to think it, was it more like an abandoned site since it was there for as long as he remembered. Then the grey van swerved towards his direction…
Wait, where the heck is he at now? It sure wasn't in a hospital bed, the air doesn't have the stench of whatever that sanitation thingys those places always had. Not to mention whatever he's lying on certainly wasn't bedding. It was way too damn uncomfortable to be any kind of bed or even sleeping bag.
It was dirt, he was lying on a floor of forest, the kind with the trees that are not pines, those trees that shed their leaves in the fall. Not that he ever cared much for such details, being at least a couple of generations removed from living lives of rural existence. Ew, nature, the filthy, disgusting nature. There's a damn reason why he stayed away from the outdoors, and rarely ventured outside the city.
It seemed weird it took such a long time to figure out the obvious discrepancies in reality, but in his defense, things like being run over by a van does knock a few screws loose…
'Hang on, am I in a bloody isekai scenario?' Jeff thought to himself. Then came the follow up thought was seemly petty at the time. 'And it wasn't even a truck! A mesely van! Don't they know who he is?!?'
A crazy leap of logic perhaps, but then again getting slammed by a van probably didn't do much to help his mental facilities, not that they were all there to begin with. Just another 20 something loser working at an dead end not real job, drifting through life fantasizing about doing things he could never do, to places always out of reach. Just another sad example among countless others of his generation. Half victim of social-economic circumstances of the times, and half perpetrators of their own wallowing.
Then he stood up, dusted himself off, and… just stood there. He has no idea where the heck he's at. It's not like he has a map or even a sense of direction. Who needs those skills in the big city anyways? When every smartphone has a GPS for crying out loud?
Speaking of which, he should be getting his bearings. He reached for his phone… and his hands came up empty. Just great, now how the heck is he suppose to find the nearest highway?
Then he realized the utter alienness of the noise around him. He was completely surrounded by nature, not just as was in rural areas, where the nearest road being a couple of miles away. Now he noticed that he couldn't even hear the reassuring sounds of cars and trucks going to and fo. He's now truly outside of his comfort zone. Alone in who knows where…
… he's really in an isekai scenario. Okay, sure there's no indication of the supernatural or anything that would actually suggest such a thing except for the sudden change of his surroundings. Heck, the surrounding are still perfectly normal earth type as far as he could tell, not that he has been out in nature since high school, almost a decade ago...
Well then, there's only one way to check, by accessing the JRPG style screens that should totally pop up.
He reached out his right hand, concentrated in his mind, and lo and behold, a screen popped out, just like in all those isekai stories he religious read in his free time.
However, it wasn't a JRPG or even visual novel style screen that appeared, but that of a… is that a Walmart online shopping homepage?
…...
WHAT IS THIS CRAP?!?
He's stuck in a different universe and all he has is access to Walmart? How the heck is he suppose to slay the baddies and save the world with low tier crap from the joke of American consumerism. The store in which only his coworker John was desperate enough to go on a regular basis, and he only goes there to buy chips and candy in bulk. That fat bastard, he would have a much happier time with this crap.
He cracked a smile, suddenly realizing that with himself being gone, John could kiss goodbye his chance of having an off day from work for the foreseeable future. Good, let that bastard suffer, lord knows he needs to be put in his place, always cheerful and happy-go-lucky about his life even if he's in the same lot as the rest.
Well, looks like he's stuck in one of those gimmicky isekai stories then...
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