I was gone for a while, Military BS. I'll be completing my previous works preferably by the end of this year, but in the mean time, I'll use this random fic I shitted out of my ass as a buffer to ease back into writing.
I plan on making this project short, preferably 100-150 chapters.
I'm using Chat GPT to edit, don't worry I know what AI generated content sounds like, that shit disgusts me too, I'll tone it down as much as possible.
P@treon is temporary dead. Someone was supposed to manage it while I was gone but... meh...
Anyway, enjoy
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Thump... Thump... Thump...
After taking down a tree, Lenard opened his inventory to build a crafting table. Converting wood blocks into planks, he arranged them in a two-by-two formation.
Pop...
The resulting crafting table shimmered with a silver sheen. Its sides depicted chaotic battles between strange lifeforms. This unique appearance was due to a mod Lenard had stumbled upon: Battlecraft.
Aside from altering the appearance of certain blocks, Battlecraft's main feature was the introduction of new mobs—Red Martians, Frost Giants, Frost Demons, Hollows, etc. The mod also...
Tsssssssssssss... BOOM!!!
Staring blankly at his desktop screen, a wave of loss, desolation, and hopelessness crept into Lenard's chest.
He took a deep breath, moved the mouse past the message:
"BigDaddy47 was blown up by Hydra Spy,"
and clicked on Title Screen.
The game's original slow music discreetly crept into Lenard's headphones. Its calm, peaceful melody brought with it a subtle sadness that somehow managed to...
"PISS ME THE FUCK OFF!!!"
Tossing his headphones onto the floor, Lenard started breathing heavily, muttering random curses, grunts, and words like "FUCKING CREEPERS."
Storming over to his wardrobe, he opened a drawer, pulled out a pack of Black & Mild, and grabbed a lighter from his desk.
Closing the balcony door behind him, Lenard lit up the cigar and took a deep drag. As the smoke filled his lungs, his emotions gradually began to settle.
He sat down on a nearby chair, pulled out his phone—127486—and unlocked it. Opening InstaG, he scrolled mindlessly through images of scantily clad women and AI-generated videos.
A few minutes later, he tossed the spent cigar over the balcony ledge, watching it trace a beautiful parabola—an arc that could only be described with a physics equation—before it landed smoothly on the backside of a Latina woman below.
"AHHKK!!! What the f— Who the hell threw that!?"
...
Stepping back into his room, Lenard calmly picked up his headphones, sat down at his desk, and clicked:
Single Player → Create New World → Gamemode: Hardcore → Allow Cheats: Off → Seed: Random → Load New World.
Then he blacked out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH—"
Groggily waking up, Lenard found himself lying on the ground. He stood up, dazed, and realized he was surrounded by towering buildings and countless pedestrians;
all of them running in terror.
Yet somehow, the screams of panic were drowned out by a loud, annoying roar echoing in the distance.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH—"
The chaos did nothing to ease his confusion. His mind felt foggy, as if it had been prematurely yanked out of an immersive dream.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH—"
"Goddamn it… Who the fuck is yelling so loud?"
Before Lenard could make sense of what was happening, a golden beacon of light shot up into the sky like a sacred pillar. With a thunderous boom, it expanded outward in a blinding shockwave, reaching his location in an instant... and he blacked out again.
Coming to a second time, Lenard once again found himself lying on the ground. But now, a massive building—possibly one he had seen earlier—was crushed beneath his legs.
The pain hadn't yet settled in, thanks to adrenaline still pumping through his veins, but blood pooled out rapidly.
He lay there, helpless.
"Seriously... what the fuck is going on…?"
"Heheheheh..."
Sinister laughter echoed in the distance.
Then came a furious shout from what sounded like, a child?
"Damn you, Piccolo!"
"???"
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I don't remember shit about Dragon ball, so consider this fic an alternate multiverse. lol