A New World

Admin barely remembered his old life, like trying to recall a faded dream. Facts floated around in his head, but names, faces, and feelings were a blur. He knew he was someone... maybe important, or just numb. His blue top hat with weird claw things from science class felt familiar, as did the weight of his phone in his black jacket lined with white fur.

Then, bam! Light!

He blinked, his one good eye adjusting. Standing in front of him was a woman, or a goddess. She was super pretty, glowing and stuff. Her brown eyes looked bored and amused at the same time.

Hey, Admin, she said, her voice like bells. I'm Aeriys, and you're here because... well, I called you.

Admin raised an eyebrow. Called me? Why? And who said you could do that? I don't remember signing any forms.

Aeriys laughed. Forms? I'm a goddess. I do what I want. And as for why...I was bored.

Admin's hand went to his phone. It was buzzing with weird energy, cool and a little scary.

This place, Aeriys said, waving at the empty space, needs help. It's boring, and the people are lame. I need something to do. That's where you fit in.

She got closer, looking mischievous. I gave you this, she tapped his phone. It's a powerful thing; it can even change reality. Use it smart, or dumb. I don't care. I'll be watching.

Okay, but what's the problem with this place? Admin asked, checking out his phone. It was hooked up to his old internet – a goldmine of info.

Oh, the usual stuff, Aeriys said. Darkness coming, a stupid prophecy, and a hero who sucks. And then there's Mishanter.

The name felt heavy. Admin felt something, like a forgotten feeling.

Mishanter is... tough. He's your opposite, made from the stuff you got rid of to become you. Like your feelings, being nice, you know, morals.

Admin scoffed. Morals are for losers.

Aeriys smiled, looking a little scary. Maybe. But losers can be fun. He has an undead army and wants to make the world dark forever. Dramatic, right?

Before Admin could talk, Aeriys snapped her fingers. Everything changed to a green field.

Good luck, Admin, Aeriys' voice said in his head. You'll need it.

Then, she was gone.

Admin stood alone, with a strange sun shining. There were trees around, and a dark forest in the distance. He felt his phone, his only link to his old life.

He took a breath; the air smelled good. He was in a new world, with a new job, and a new bad guy. For the first time in forever, Admin felt... something. Not excited, not afraid, but something like a chance.

He pulled out his phone. The screen showed his stats. His defense was bad, and his melee attack sucked. But his range attack was awesome. And he had unlimited space. This could be cool.

Time to get a team. Time to fight Mishanter. Time to play.

His top hat's claws glinted in the sun. This would be fun.