I lay on the tracks in fragments, less than 5 seconds ago, I was not a flesh and blood sprayed mess on the tracks. It missed most of my organs but the damage was too much nonetheless, my dumb ass just had to stumble at the worst moment. God I wish I could see what was going on inside my head.
[request received User acquired unique skill Sta-]
God I didn't even do anything with my life, I didn't even get some girls-
[user request rec-]
I really just wanted smash some chicks till they were mush... "sigh" well can't do much about that now.
[request received user acquired extra skill sexual phenom]
[due to an excess in Mana users skill evolved with the help of unique skill status insight into unique skill Sexual subjugation]
God I couldn't even tell this annoying voice to shut up, I was trying to monologue my inner desires and regrets here. I really want to ask god what the hell I did to deserve this, don't most vehicle deaths depicted are a quick knockout? why did I have to be awake for this.
[request received user acquired unique skill The Ladder]
Above all I wish I could mend my body together, and just walk away good as new...
[request received user acquired unique skill Carnokinesis]
"W..... what?" I wheezed out before my consciousness faded.
...I opened my eyes and the sight of an ancient chamber came into view, it looked pristine but lifeless. At the end of the chamber was a throne, a small figure draped in cloak with accent of gold woven through it.
"hah well this is a first, no point in us talking right now begone."
Her head moved up giving me a glimpse of a short girl giving me a shark tooth grin as she pointed down. As it happened I started falling through the floor, I didn't even get to mutter a sound before I was back into the darkness.
(It isn't that dumb ass v tuber just wanted some person that looked like they would make a stupidly designed world)
Finally I was able to open my eyes once again, and it wasn't what I expected, the room was scant with the bare minimum needed to even be considered a bedroom. I tried to talk to myself as a sort of cope but babbles only came out which only added to my cortisol spike.
"Ah Sister Vanmare he has woken up!"
My eyes darted to the door where I saw a young nun calling out behind her towards a bigger room. A cliche old Nun walked into the room and observed me carefully.
"....seems to be healthy give him a name and see if he's hungry."
the old one hobbled out of the room, leaving the young one alone with me
"hmmmm what would be good? Ah! I know you'll be Lief... I know it doesn't make sense for an orphan but everyone can dream a little."
(just picked a name with a meaning of general greatness, it means heir or descendant.)
she told me my name with twinge of nostalgia and proceeded to shove her tit in my face, and that was my life for the next few months.
(This was a simple intro, I wanted to set in stone where I wanted the origin to be. It was either noble or slums, and I felt slums is more interesting than noble 90% of the time. He will probably not be here long tho."