It all started out as a normal day for Mark.
He finally got out of work and drove his car home to spend the rest of his day on the Internet as always. He was a brown haired man with average height for his age of 21, coming close to the 180 cm. He isn't the most fit guy but still had some degree of muscle from working out every weekend.
After reading half the day he got ready for bed. He thought on his mundane Everyday life aka Torture and imagined how it would be like to get whisked away like in the SIs he reads.
With dread he activated his alarm on his phone and got to sleep.
"Atemlos durch die..."1 He deactivated his alarm. "Damn it works well when you can't stand the song..." he said to himself groggily and tried to sit up wondering why his bed sheet was away and his bed felt sandy. He jumped up in shock. "Wait since when is my bed a beach?!" he shouted.
That's when he got a notification on his phone.
"Finally awake?
Got you some time to notice.
Welcome to the Grand Line.
Hope you enjoy your stay.
Yours truly,
R.O.B."
"Scheiß die Wand an!"² he loudly said to himself after realizing he got what he wished for.
"At least provide me with some clothes and a way to survive you Shitty Bastard!" he wrote to the R.O.B. And he got hit in that exact moment with something hard on the back of his head.
"A Bag?" Mark muttered and unpacked it. He found his old Camping Equipment and some clothes in it. His phone alerted him of another message.
"That's all you get. No Power-Ups, no Companion and no way off this rock. Have fun!"
He slipped his phone into the holder on the Bag said to himself: "Nice try but I've seen enough survival shows to know what to do now. You even gave me my Knife. Lets see if I can remember all those tips." Later after the sun set he sat at a camp fire and ate some fruits he found. "And they always said I wasted my time watching all those Bear Grylls shows. At least I'm not drinking my own piss!" He already discovered that he was on a small island that had no big threats. Just some trees, a beach and some stones. But he knew better than to trigger good old Murphy's Law and was weary that he was still in the Grand Line if his "Benefactor" could be trusted
He build himself a little hut with some Sticks and a tarpaulin. "Okay tomorrow I will think of a way to leave this Rock. If I want to survive I need to find some form of civilization. And if this really is the One Piece world I would be dumb not to try and have some fun on the way. Because when you can live in the era of pirates you want to get out there." he said to himself and got to sleep.
1: Atemlos durch die Nacht: Some obnoxious song of the German Singer Helene Fischer that I use as my alarm to quickly wake up.
2: Scheiß die Wand an: German vulgar exclamation when something doesn't go like you thought it would.
Authors Note
Dustin here.
Phew. Finally wrote this damn thing after carrying it in my head for years. And hopefully it isn't as shitty as I think it is. But damn is it hard to write good if you judge yourself after some of the best.
Still I hope that after anyone read this that you found it interesting and if there are some mistakes here and there please tell me, cause English is only my second language and I'm writing this to broaden my Horizon and have some fun on the way. This first chapter comes in at approximately 500 words but I hope to write more when the real plot begins.