Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Russell, Square-Enix, Tri-Ace, or Radiata Stories. I merely own Riamu Nagame, and a gamer's copy of Radiata Stories.

Author's Note: Okay, so this is probably the first fan fiction I've started that I won't be discontinuing. So, this will probably have (as an estimate) about 50-65 chapters. I will update as soon as I come up with ideas, and as soon as I can.

Prologue:

The Switch

My name is Riamu Nagame. I've always been a fan of video games, particularly PlayStation 2 games, but I never would have expected what was going to happen in my life.

I was home from school around three o' clock. I had to do my weekday chores, like take out the garbage and do my homework, before I was able to play my PS2. I had just finished a game I had gotten a-week-and-a-half ago, Radiata Stories. It was a great game, and I wouldn't mind playing it over, which was what I was about to do when I turned it on.

It went through the whole PS2 menu thing, Square-Enix USA and Tri-Ace company names, when it finally got to the game's main menu. I pressed the X button on the "New Game" option, when the game froze. It had never done this before, and why should it happen now?

I tried pressing other buttons on the PlayStation 2 Dual Shock controller, but nothing worked. So, being my stupid self, I began to slam my fist on the top of the console. After about the fifth slam, the frozen screen blanked out, and a new screen popped up.

It was a video of Jack Russell, the main character of the game, looking directly at me. As paranoid as I was at the moment, I leaned to the left. His head followed me. Then I leaned to the right, and he followed me again. Talk about interactive!

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Holy crap!" I moved back from where I was sitting. This had to be more than a coincidence.

"Hey, I'm only here to ask you to help me out," he said.

"What the hell is going on?" I yelled.

"Yeah, so… I've borrowed your TV for a second. I hope you don't mind. I just need help with something," explained Jack.

"Wait… So you're actually talking to me?"

"Who else would I be talking to?"

"Right… Anyway, how did you get on my TV?"

"Well, PS2 video game characters are always available to ask the player if they need help. Not many have done it, though, since many believe that the player will destroy the PS2, game disc, or the television out of surprise."

I raised one eyebrow, but he ignored it and continued on with the explanation.

"Like I said before, I need help from you."

"Okay… What is it that you need?" I was still confused about the whole situation.

"I've gotten very tired over the last time you played Radiata Stories, and I need some time to rest. So I'm going to give you two choices. You can either wait a while before playing the game again, or you can take my place in the game, and I'll help you along the way."

Now I was even more confused. "How am I supposed to do the second option?"

"I'll bring you in, and I'll guide you through the adventure you put me through."

I thought about it for a few seconds. "Just out of curiosity, I'll go with choice number two," I decided, thinking I might regret it later. But what the hell, might as well!

"Alright!" he exclaimed. "But there's two things you need to know. The others in the game don't know you're in there, it's just like you're me, but you should act like yourself, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded.

"And second, you most certainly can get killed in there, so be careful. It's just one of the dangers of being a video game character."

"When do I start?" I asked.

"Right now!" he smiled, and as I blinked, I found myself sucked into Radiata Stories.

End of the Prologue

Author's Note: Well... Thanks for reading my Prologue to this story, I'm sorry it was a crappy start, but that's what most self-inserts have. Also this wasn't my best writing, so be sure to check back in in about 2-5 days. I'll make it as quick as possible, since I've already started. Even though this chapter didn't have any comedy in it, I want to start chapter one with a bang, so there'll be plenty for you in there. Oh, and I forgot earlier to thank TriggerHappy777 for the inspiration for this story. Even though her's is a regular self-insert, instead of a role-swap, and her's is a FF8 fic, instead of a Radiata Stories fic, I still owe inspiration. Thanks TriggerHappy777:-D