My Star Wars Experience!
Let it begin! Yay!
Okay, so, do I have a story to tell you all! You won't believe this, none of you would! Wanna hear? Okay, here it goes, I was in the star wars universe!
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No, wait! Come back! I'm sorry, I should have given more context. To be honest, it's like those self-insert story where someone from Earth comes into Star wars, become a Jedi, met some-
No! Please, listen! I haven't told you my story! Honest, it's actually worth reading about, since it's all for good laughs, I swear! Sure, I might may have been. . . OP -
Wait! Let me explain!
Please? Please hear me out. It's actually worth a laugh or two. It's those kind of story where you look back and say, "What the fuck did I just smoke?" But then, you reminisce about it some more and chuckled, maybe even giggled on how you even managed to do such a thing in the face of all that is Star Wars!
Oh, what fond memories! I remember screaming in the face of my hero, running up and down the halls of the Jedi temple, made Obi-Wan call me 'Sempai,' had a dance lesson with Yoda, and failed to become a proper padawan in the Jedi Acadamy. And so much more!
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Oh, do I have your attention now? Good! By the way, some this event that I have just listed. . . they happened. And I can say this with a serious face. . . This, legitimately, happened! Oh, and I'll explain later why I was so OP back then.
Already guessing how I became OP? Well, no, I didn't have some sort of ultra connection with the force! I didn't have some sort of ghost of Revan guiding me to and fro on proper techniques to become a mary sue. I wasn't some sort of nitwit with a midichlorian count of 50,000! I definitely did not use a blaster rifle when situation calls upon it. . . Okay, the last one was a lie, I did use guns. A lot of guns. Okay, I'll admit, I'm so. . . obsessed with laser guns in stars wars that the moment I had my hand on it, everything went to shit, more on that story later.
As for how I ended up in Star Wars universe. . . I don't really know. I was just having a good day at some party, you know, dancing the Haka dance with friends at the beach. Seriously, we bust some local move, yeah? Even Hawaii would be jealous!
The only reason we were at the party was to dance the Haka, the manliest of all dances, then move on after entertainment to go home and rest. Dance practice was murder on my knees. As we were driving home, a car came around, crashed into ours, poof! Here I am in Star Wars Universe.
And this. . . is how my story begins.
Well, not now, in the next chapter, duh!
