Our town in a new world

Our town is know as Ohana. It's somewhat large with a population of about 500,000, mostly urban, and a notable contributor to the nation's economy. It has a domestic airport, multiple train lines run through it, a renowned university, and tourists are aplenty. We have are specialty dishes, our cultural landmarks, and of course all the major convenience store brands, all in our relatively peaceful town. We even have vast farmland that's filled to the brim with grazing cows. Aside from the occasional turf wars between rival yakuza gangs, the town is quite safe, has a satisfactory education system, and sports teams that tend to win it all once every other few years.

This town is our home, and home to many. Many that would soon be faced with unprecedented turmoil...

...

In a secluded bedroom, a girl in a hoodie dress with brunette hair that obscured her left eye smiled as she stared at her computer. "Dark web... We gonna click, fam?"

Her chat appeared mixed, but it was streamer's choice as Muki Muku Mu, real name, Mu Fuukuro, clicked on the dubious link wholeheartedly.

...

Elsewhere, a young woman clad in white sneakers and a pink tracksuit that matched her long pink hair, stopped jogging as she turned to notice her blue-haired companion staring at something on her phone.

"What are you looking at?"

"There was an ad on the side of the road. It said to scan the QR code to get artwork made."

"It's a scam."

"No it isn't! Look, when I went to the site, I got a personalized message. They care."

"Ever hear of autopen? And is this all free?"

"Nope, but it's an easy link to Goohle wallet and all's well."

"How stupid can you be!?" the pink-haired girl fumed as she lunged for the blue-haired one.

...

"Are you kidding me!? I got rejected AGAIN!? Why don't you want to publish my stuff, Mr. Moosk!?" a bespectacled man fumed as he sat at his desk while on the phone.

"Maruki, nobody wants to read about people playing chess. Shogi, cool, chess, fuck off. The only purpose of chess in our line of work is for thematics. The stuff in Elite of the classroom was a flub, we don't publish works only to throw a chess game in them," the voice on the other end of the phone scoffed.

"That's just your subjected opinion."

"Chess doesn't sell, isekai does. And not just any isekai, generic, formula driven, fantasy. Just splash a mix of colors on that canvass and you get a guaranteed anime, high-quality if the source material pops off."

"But I don't want to write isekai."

"Too bad then."

"Wait, what about a chess isekai-"

"HELL NO! Don't you dare taint the wonderful world of isekai with chess. A magical variant where the pieces can decide not to let themselves be sacrificed, sure. Standard chess like you want, no."

"You don't want to see hobgoblins play a Vienna?"

"'Vienna'? Austria?"

"The Vienna Game. It's an opening that goes-"

"Oh fuck off with the chess!"

"No! I'm going to write fantasy chess with a hot elf girl as the main character!"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

"TRY ME!"

...

A young beautiful woman with long crimson hair clad in a white blouse shirt, black dress skirt, and sneakers angrily stormed out of her corporate workplace. "How dare he. How dare he criticize me for coming to work in sneakers when so many of the men do. These are a high-end pair too, so it's not like I'm cheapening the look, I'm just asking why it's acceptable for men to be able to pair sneakers with suits in a formal setting while women can't. Damn that pig," she huffed.

Reaching a salon, she stormed in and sat down without a care.

"Monika, you can't just barge in and sit down like that! You don't have an appointment and there's other customers," the stylist scowled.

"Shave it all off and ink "fuck you" on it. I want to see how the pig handles that kind of dress code challenge."

"No. First off, no appointment, second, we don't do tattoos."

"But you do shave heads. You also got wax too. Come on, gotta punish me for breaking the rules," Monika smirked as she leaned back in the chair.

"Then you can get your punishment at the police station."

"Then I'll do it myself," Monika scowled as she suddenly shot up and grabbed some nearby hair clippers.

"MONIKA, DON'T!"

...

At one of the town's high schools, a girl with a long black hime cut finished putting on her loafers before leaving school for the day. Her name was Yamane, a third-year and out-going student council president. She was the perfect role model, determined, unwavering, caring, beautiful, and charismatic. She could also kick serious ass to the point where many dubbed her a living Mary Sue, forgetting that like them, she was just human. But a human that would surpass her own humanity to do what she believed to be right.

As she was walking out, a note fluttering in the wind blew into her face, pausing her advance. Gently taking the paper off her face, she stared at it's contents with horror. It was a suicide note.

Yamane frantically darted her head upward, just in time to notice a dejected man with messy black hair standing atop the railing on the roof of the school.

"It's fucking over... I put everything into that song, but it lost to some fucking foot fetish shit. They were just stepping on fart puddy! It wasn't real fucking music! But no, everyone likes the stupid raspberry puddy foot stomping. Fuck this world! It can go to hell!" the man cried as he leaned over and began to fall.

"No! You can't just end your one and only life!" Yamane cried as she tossed aside her bags and charged to try and catch the man before he hit the ground.

She looked to just miss him, but before he could hit the ground, a light suddenly flashed, and when it vanished a second later, the man found himself laying on the ground unharmed.No one knew it at the time, but this was the moment what should have been only possible in fiction, happened in reality. 

"Are you alive? Thank goodness. I thought I couldn't reach you, but it seems a miracle occurred," Yamane smiled.

But this was not a miracle.

From the skies, a pterodactyl-like creature with the face of a goblin shark suddenly dove down and began devouring the man alive. Yamane fell back in terror, and to a pack of small goat-like goblins.

"WH- WHERE DID THEY COME FROM!? WHAT'S-"

But her thoughts would be unable to process properly as the goblin horde pinned her down, stuffing a cloth in her mouth. And this was not just happening here, for the entirety of this ordinary town was experiencing things like this.

"Where'd these things come from!?" a police officer cried as he swatted away hordes of the goblin fish birds and goblins riding atop them.

"Maybe you ingested some drugs instead of sugar. Think I did the same, cuz I see these things too," another cop quipped, just before an arrow pierced his skull, killing him instantly.

"Barnaba! No, what the hell is all this!?" the other officer cried.

The answer was that our beloved town in it's entirety with everything in it had been transported to another world. Now, we were being raided by goblins, and losing horribly. Thus began our fight for survival in another world.