Hey, did you know that I can actually count as an otherworlder? Yeah, I really can! I'm not joking!
Well, you see, usually my stories usually come to me due to weird supernatural occurrences happening to me in this world, right? But this time, that didn't happen, I've actually visited the world of Tolerra and have experienced this story myself.
I came back here, duh, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this story. It was just an ordinary day when I suddenly woke up in the back of a dark alley, lying in a pile of trash bags. I of course, was very very confused and disoriented but well, I thought I had been pranked by my friends. It seemed a sensible thought at the time, but just as I got up and was about to try and find my way back home, I found that I was from higher than I'm usually used to.
If that seems confusing to you, let me explain it in layman's terms. I was taller. Much taller. I was also thinner, and very very conveniently, there just so happened to be broken glass in that back alley, so imagine my surprise when I looked at my reflection and found that I looked nothing like myself.
I know I'm explaining this to you without much emotion, but believe you me, I was very much having a panic attack, and very much stopped believing this was a prank, because what prank involved giving a person plastic surgery?! I'm pretty sure it's illegal to do that without consent, and my friends were not criminals!
Since I am a geek, I knew this had to something like transmigration or reincarnation, which did not excite me because I had a lot to live for on earth, so I just sat there holding my knees and rocking back and forth for an embarrassingly long period of time. The only reason I snapped out of it is because of the blood curdling scream that I heard nearby. The only reason that snapped me out of it is because I still feared death-don't judge, it's a basic human instinct.
After snapping out of it, I rummaged through my pockets to try and find something that would be helpful, for literally anything, because anything is better than nothing when I myself had nothing.
I did find two things-a card which had a name- Randy Nucklebone, I assume it was mine, it had a photo of me-with blue eyes, brown hair and an average face, it also had a occupation, I was a journalist. It also had something called a status, and it said my category was a Crippled. This left me quite confused. I felt completely fine, I had all my limbs, and my eyes, mouth and ears were working fine as far as I could tell. I didn't understand why it said I was a cripple, but for now, it wasn't important.
I was quite young, just 21, the card said, and when I looked at the back it said "Status: Raised in Sawazaki Orphange". So it seemed I was an orphan.
I heard the scream again and and held on tightly to the other item I had found, a pocket knife which I had flipped open. Recounting this part of my life excites me hehe, because this is where I found him, the person who is the only reason this story is so unique, at least, this type of story is something you will never find in that world, no story ever featured a Crippled as the main characters in that world, let alone 10 of them.
I'm not gonna talk about them here, because this is the one chapter that I can make all about me, but I will tell you that the screaming was because the guy was torturing himself for more power. Seriously, he said it so casually when I asked him, I was almost completely sure he was joking, but nope, no he was serious.
God, the balls on that man, sigh, anyway, I was a journalist which seems fitting and I only covered topics about...you'll see. But I knew that writing stories about the Crippled in that world was just gonna be a flop, no one cared about them, so I'm really glad that I was able to get back here.
You guys wouldn't judge them like the people of that world and so this story will also not remain unnoticed, which would be a shame cause I was their diehard fan and really wanted more people to know of their exploits, and I also got to get back to my family in this world. And like usual, thankfully, all of these things have almost no affect on my life in this world (yay) and I got back to world just two days later.
I was missing for those two days, and there was a whole lot of explaining and excuses I had to do and make to the police and my loved ones, but it was not too bad.
So, guys, here's the story of a chaotic bunch of fellas, who had tragic lives but had the most fun anyone imaginable could have. Wait, no, I think they were batshit crazy, oops, I made a mistake, but you know what, it was a fun, it was very fun.
This is basically their biography, I heard about their past by them, and I was documenting everything that happened after without missing a single beat.
No, I did not stalk them, I will hear no accusations about me being a stalker, and no, I did not set up cameras all over their base, and I will die on this hill.
So my friends, enjoy this thrilling tale of a bunch of absolute fools recounted by a very unfortunate sta-journalist, who happened to get caught up in their antics quite a lot.
Ta-ta for now!