*ding*

  ‘Ugh… Five more minutes’

  5 minutes later…

  *ding*

  [sy-]

  ‘Okay! 0kay.’

  ‘Damn that I wrap myself up in blankets again’

  I tried to wiggle free from my self-made prison, in my Drowzee state to no avail. I quickly realized that there something wrong. My whole body is wrapped up including my head, I can't see and breathe. I struggle for my life. Soon sounds of tearing paper comes to me as I break free.

  ‘What the fuck!’ I try scream and failed to do. I start looking around this cave I find myself in. I look behind me to see an ovoid shape shell. Behind that there is about 20 more similar shells. I Crawl backwards-

  Crawl?

  I begin to notice how I move using six legs. My eyesight seems to be perfectly fine in this Darkness. I cannot feel my heart beating as it should be.

  I calm down and thought through the possibilities. After running around until I got exhausted. Using a very colorful language to describe God which may or may not guarantee me going to hell. I started praying to God ending with saying sorry... and again praying. Finally slowly falling asleep exhausted.

  ………………..

  I wake up on the ground and before I can even think of why I would sleep here, a flood of memories hit me like a truck. After that disorientating experience, a new set of memories decide to coming.

  ………………..

  After coming home from my very unfulfilling job. I turn on the TV and start watching some news. before I can start enjoying it, I increase the volume so that I can hear it over the traffic right outside of my apartment.

  I live in a corner apartment on a busy street because it was the cheapest one I can get. I could have got them another one which was it more expensive, but I really didn't think how noisy it would end up being.

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  Before I can truly get to relax I hear a loud horn, that sounds quite a bit like a truck, moments before a very drunk driver decided to visit my downstairs neighbor. Or at least I think he was, it is possible he wasn't, after all I did live in Florida.

  I remember my final thoughts were ‘Does this count as being killed by a truck’. Right before the floor blow me, and above, gave out.

  ………………..

  I calm down and thought through the possibilities. Could this be real? Could this be my final moments in a coma? Could this be heaven?

  After a few moments I decided that this feels far too real and I am to lucid for this to be a dream. Which leaves one final possibility.

  virtual reality…

  ‘Okay fine, I reincarnated as a fucking incest!’

  What have I done to be reincarnated as this? I don't recall throwing grandmas in front of cars or slamming doors close before people walk through them. I was just a typical man, who lived a typical life.

  At the very least I would like it I was sent to a world where there was status screen an-

  ‘What the fuck!’