Disclaimer : I own nothing but my OC, also ideas occasionally.

"When you're talkin' to yourself, and nobodies home.

You can fool yourself.

You came in this world alone...

Alone. "

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If you had to ask me what I believed would happen after I died. I'd probably have answered...

Nothing. I imagine the afterlife as simple nothingness. Same as before birth. Or a dreamless sleep.

Thats what i would have said. But, right now I'm just...

Ugh. Let me just start from the beginning.

No words could explain this mindfuckery anyway.

Flashback.

So there I was. A beautiful, angelic young man.

Doing beautiful, angelic young man stuff, when the almighty Truck-Sama decided to introduce itself to me face fucking first.

On a random sidewalk.

On a fucking Tuesday.

In Truck-Sama's defence though, it had good taste coming after innocent and lovely ole me.

Okay, most of that was a lie, except for the truck to the face part.

You see, I was anything but angelic.

In fact I was the opposite, I lied, stole some things, blackmailed a few people, y'know the usual...

Heh, one time I actually... Nope, never mind. Not going to talk about that.

Oh but I digress. Maybe some backstory first, all good stories have to start somewhere, right ?

I was born in a rich family, so life was always easy for me, too easy in fact. This made me look for entertainment in strange places. Usually I'd find a random girl to fuck or just choke if I felt like it. Apparently, I had some mild psychotic tendencies.

Yes. Definitely mild.

As for my personality, I was always lazy, sadistic, arrogant and lustful. So its really no surprise that i ended up where I was in the end.

Alone. Maybe I was lonely, but everyone's lonely, so at least I weren't alone.

It's not that I lacked companionship or a sense of belonging, it was that...

Simply put. I was bored.

I dropped out of high school in my second last year because it just didn't seem worth it anymore. Actually i surprised myself i quit so late.

Didn't seem worth the effort. But hey there's the Sloth aspect of me. I was very lazy, probably my biggest sin.

Really there was nothing i could learn at school anyway, besides I was impatient enough to not wanna waste time my time. I knew most of that pointless bs anyway, strangely I remember liking Pysics quite a bit. Maybe that was arrogance or maybe that was Pride.

After that I burnt a few bridges down, I had no need for most "friends" anyway. I was rich so those parasites had their own motives I imagine. Besides, I never really liked sharing, and that includes words with those profligates. There's Greed.

Committed some mild vandalism, I was a petty cunt, so yeah. I'd never openly assault someone., thats just reckless, even for me, besides, I learnt to hold grudges. I don't forgive easily... That was Wrath. Or at least I didn't, grudges are for the living after all.

A decision of mine was to take up the life of a NEET. I came from a rich family, so wealth wasn't ever really an issue. I like to think that I was never really a spoiled brat but I usually did get what i wanted, I mean that. I always got the games I wanted, I always fucked who I wanted to fuck, bought what I wanted to buy, ate what I wanted to eat. I remember junk food being a favourite of mine. Here lies Gluttony.

I spent my days playing Video Games, watching Anime or reading a Maga. I'd read a novel or a fanfiction whenever I got bored from that, I remember my favourite fanfiction author so specifically for some reason. Their pen name was... Nevermind. It doesn't matter, I'm dead. My past is irrelevant now.

Anyway, back to my shitty personality, I spent my nights splurging cash at strip clubs or shady bars. Here's Lust.

The thing about my life is that, I regret nothing. Absolutely nothing. I would not change anything if I had the chance to begin again.

I'd still do what I wanted in another world, or another life.

Vicarious living is for sycophantic, ignorant, poor people after all.

Back to how I got here... At the tender age of 17 I decided to take a walk, with a wallet in one hand and balls in the other, I set off on my journey, mainly because I didn't want to be under the supervision of anyone that would drive me, and because I couldn't drive therefore fuck that.

As I walked i observed a lovely scene, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, children were playing and laughing.

Thinking back now that was the last thing I saw, happy children. I wanted that. This feeling was Envy then ?

Maybe I did have a regret after all.

Though I guess those kids are probably traumatised now having witnessed a random teen get run over by a truck. Oh well, not my problem.

I remember my last thought. It was that if I had a chance to...

Let go, Begin again.

I would do everything i possibly could to achieve my own happiness.

By the way, what was my name ?

Now.

Now though I'm in a pure white room, looking down at my body i see that I am butt naked. My body looking quite normal and healthy despite my death.

Looking to my right, I see 3 people,

3 females to be exact. All also naked. They seem to be as clueless as to what's happening as I am. Their faces appear blurry to me.

Looking to my left I see 3 people,

3 males to be exact. All also naked. They seem to be as clueless as to what's happening as I am. Their faces appear blurry to me.

Before I could ask anything, or try to make sense of whats happening, a pop up, like that of an rpg shows itself within my vision, words i recognise as english show up.

It simply reads...

Welcome 04 ...

Please pay close attention to the following ...

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An...

I enjoh gamer fics, so I decided to make my own.

Its mostly for me to read. Helps as an outlet. Expect some sick shit later on because of that.

Plot will progress very slowly.

Plot will be entirely original. Eventually I'll get into canon.