The streets of Japan were filled with blood and gore. The sounds of gunfire and screams filled the air, leaving dread in the hearts of who could hear. The skies were filled with bullets and literal fire as metal and lizard clashed up above. And if you asked Yoji Itami; this fucking sucked. See, when his mom offered to show him Pokemon, he refused. This prevented him from becoming an Otaku and made him fucking normal. So what would be the wet dream of some bored as fuck office worker if a nightmare as he rolls to the side to dodge and attack.
The whizz of a uprooted tree flying by his head grounded his thoughts. Right now he couldn't get lost in thought, as every second counted. He threw himself from his crouching position and turned, widely shooting at whatever was behind him. It was a green, muscular blob rapidly approaching with heavy steps. The bastard could outrun a truck, and it was planning to run him down. He continued to run down the road, jumping over debris and around fires. When the magazine in his M16 ran out, he reached towards his side to grab the extra mag, but fumbled and dropped it.
Shit! He thought to himself. The only thing that could make this worse is if some anime bitch showed up and started rambling about the power of friendship.
"And that's why friendship and hope will always triumph over evil!" Said the anime bitch named Tuka Luna Marceau, the elf girl who didn't look her age at all. She was screaming at some kid dressed in gothic lolita attire who was probably doing an evil monologue. After seeing that, Yoji decided enough was enough and stopped running. He promptly was ran over by the giant goblin and died…
He then awoke in a dirty alleyway, the neon lights of the city shining down upon him.