"Ketaru, are you ready to continue our conversation?" the figure asked from his chair.

It was strange. I have had this dream for the fourth night in a row, but for some reason it seemed like the large figure, which liked to be called Deus Ex, remembered what we talked about last night.

"If I recall, we talked about your late mother, correct?" Deus said calmly.

I stood, moving my hand through my long black hair, sighing, not really wishing to talk about her, but this was just a dream, so what choice did I have?

"Yeah, and how she died," I replied, cringing at the thought.

"I understand that you wish that she could come back, but only god can control life and death," Deus sighed.

I finally lost my temper and started to shout and the purple-robed figure in disgust.

"How on Earth would you know how I felt?! This is just a goddam dream which means that none of this crap is real!" I continued to shout.

Deus slowly turned to me with an expression that I could describe as one deep sorrow and said something that shook me to the core.

"I never said that this was a dream," Deus spoke in a low tone.

There were millions of thoughts racing through my head, but I could only say one.

"W-what are you?" I asked shakily.

"I am the god of your world, and I'm slowly dying, so I have chosen you along with eleven others to compete in a competition to become god," Deus said calmly.

"But, why me, and what do you mean by 'competition'?" I shouted.

"You have nothing to lose and everything to gain, so take this. It will be your lifeline to this game," Deus said handing me a cell phone in his large hand.

Then, he said something that chilled me to my bones.

"If you die, no one will remember you, and in this competition, it is kill or be killed," Deus said firmly, and slowly faded from my view.

I awoke in a cold sweat, vividly remembering the dream that I'd just had, but as I raised my hand, I could feel cold metal. I quickly looked at the thing in my palm, visibly shaking with fear as I saw the exact phone that Deus had given me in my dream.

I cautiously examined the phone, noticing that the only real defining trait was the number three on the back. That, and the fact that it was an old flip phone. As I opened the phone and as it flickered to life, the first thing that I noticed were the words across the screen—'Diary Holder No.3: Obituary Diary'. As I was pondering the use of the diary, the doorbell rang and I suddenly remembered that my driver's license should come today. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt with a skull on it and ran down stairs.

As I opened the door, I was greeted by my mail carrier who had a small package and an envelope for me. I signed for the items then, suddenly, the number three phone buzzed in my pocket and I quickly pulled it out and gasped when I read the message 'Jin Karasu died aged 34, stabbed to death by a mugger late tonight.'

I slowly said the name out loud without thinking. "Jin Karasu."

Suddenly, my mailman stopped and looked at me. "How did you know my name?" he asked.

I panicked, realizing that this was the same man that my text was talking about and I hastily responded.

"O-oh. You must have told me one day and it just came back to me," I replied with a weary smile, grabbing my mail.

"Well, hey. Thanks for remembering my name," he said with own smile and walked off.

I pushed my thoughts regarding the strange experience back into the recesses of my mind and quickly rushed into the kitchen to open the mail.

As I opened the envelope, I was ecstatic to see that it was my driver's license and gave it the once over.

LN: Fudo

FN: Ketaru

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 185 lb

I kept looking it over with a huge smile, knowing that it would open up a whole new world of possibilities, but I slowly turned my attention to the package, biting the piercing on my lip, wondering where it came from this time, but I definitely knew who sent it.

As I looked at the return address, I noticed that it was from Taiwan this time and wondered what my estranged father had sent me this time. When I opened the box, I saw that it was a tiny sculpture in the shape of a ram climbing a hill side, and attached to the head of the animal was a note in my father's hastily-scribbled handwriting.

'Hey, Ketaru. I just visited this great little place in Puzi, Taiwan, that had these fabulous little sculptures and I knew that you would love this one, so I hope that you enjoy it. Love Dad.'

I crumpled up the note and tossed it into the wastebasket, wondering why he kept sending me these things even though we hadn't seen each other face to face for three years. Not since Mom had died.

I carefully lifted the ram out of the box and placed it on the kitchen table, staring at it for a few seconds, then left to prepare for the day ahead.

As I grabbed my backpack, all I could think was about that strange text that I got earlier and how my mailman had the exact same name, but I disregarded it and headed out the door.

A/N: So, I hope that you like the start and this is the first time I've ever written in first person, so I would love feedback on it, but it's now time for you to help. I need 10 OC's for this story. They will all have a few chapters for themselves, explaining not only their backstory, but their fights, as well, so I will post this OC submission on my profile so that you can copy it from there.

Name: Preferably Japanese, but if it's different, tell me why.

Age: Can be just about anything from a teenager to the most resourceful four year old in the world.

Gender: Male or Female.

Personality: Do they feel bad about killing someone or do they take pleasure in it? Oh, and please no Yuno's.

Appearance: From clothing to hair color, give me all of it.

Backstory: Preferably dark, because they have nothing left to lose and everything to gain from this.

Diary Ability/Name: Think about their job, relationship with others and personality for this one.

Number you would like: 1-12 excluding 3 and 5

Extra: Did you think of something else? Include it here.