GOT: They should have sent a Bard

I woke up in the middle of the woods on the ground, alone, lost, and confused. "Where the hell am I?" was my first thought filled with dread and fear. I stood up from my uncomfortable position on the ground to check my surroundings. Looking around, I noticed a paper behind me stuck to a massive brown tree. Taking a few steps forward, I noticed something strange – the paper had my handwriting on it! I snatched the paper and began to curse loudly after reading its contents. "Well, look like I went to hell, and in a few years, everyone is going to die because of the fucking Ice Fae." I thought to myself, overwhelmed with shock, confusion, and despair.

According to the letter, which was written by a ROB, otherwise known as a random omnipotent being, he was going to insert me into Worm and even make me a Sayajin with God ki. But instead, due to some mishap, I was sent here into the world known as A Song of Ice and Fire with powers that were not even close to the planet-busting ones I should have gotten. It's like a cruel joke! I was supposed to have these incredible powers, but instead, I'm left with a grab bag of mish-mashed abilities that make me the definition of a mediocre hero. It's like carrying a designer bag that's empty! It's frustrating, disheartening, and downright infuriating!

Taking a few deep breaths, I calm myself. Although I'm not a planet buster with a foot inside the divine kitchen, compared to this world, I might actually be considered a god. The abilities I possess somewhat synergize in an unexpected way, but now I don't think I have the luxury of contemplating my powers.

The first thing any sane, pragmatic individual would do is to list his priorities. First off, I need food and shelter, and I need to find some way to ditch the clothes I'm wearing right now - a white Adidas shirt with my sweatpants and some running shoes. Basically, this is what I would wear to the gym. Many young men in their early twenties like me would wear not different. But this wasn't Earth. No, here, this is Westeros and I might as well have a sign that said "capture me and interrogate my humble self M'lord." Interrogate can also mean torture. That thought chilled me to the bone.

As I pushed aside those terrifying thoughts, I rummaged through my list of priorities. My hunger was overwhelming; I needed food to live. I realized I shouldn't have skipped dinner to play chess with my brother. However, I was no hunter, and even if I knew how to hunt, I would have to skin and bleed the animals - tasks I was unfamiliar with. My options were bleak, but I had to persevere. I needed to find a village or city where I could sell my clothes and gather resources. But where would I find a settlement?

"Why me?" I screamed, rage filling my mind. "What would my mother say if she saw me like this?" She would comfort me and suggest a plan, I thought. I couldn't help but shed a tear as I remembered my family. "There's a high chance I'll never see them again. I didn't ask for this. I wanted to grow old with my family, become wealthy, and make my mother feel like a queen." I spoke to no one in particular, but I hoped that some ROB would hear my plight and take pity on me, sending me back to my loved ones. "Why did you do this to me?"

I wanted to curse the being that brought me here, but I was afraid. He could smite me in an instant. Even with my powers, I wouldn't be able to handle being decapitated or smited by a bona fide god. The thought of it sent shivers down my spine.

Taking my own suggestion, I decided to attempt and find a road. I picked the direction of the sun and made my way forwards. Walking through the forest I could help but be afraid, I thought of the only thing that might provide me with some modicum of safety, that was my powers I could a majority of things but those things needed prep and resources and they also needed me to think calmly preferably next to a cozy fire, not out here in the middle of the woods.

I stood there frozen, my mind racing as I contemplated the reality of my situation. If my powers were useless here in Westeros, what was the point of my existence? Would it be better to end my life right here and now than to become a burden to the natives?

I scolded myself internally for even thinking that way. Suicide was not an option. I had to find a way to survive.

As I continued walking, I suddenly felt a spark of hope. The image of stars appeared in my mind, a clear sign that my powers were still intact. Instantly, my mood improved, and a newfound sense of confidence flooded through me.

"No, not just a chance, a guarantee!" I exclaimed to myself. "I'd like to see any fucker with a pointy stick come at me when I have this!" I said, forming a golden mass of liquid-like energy into a gun with my right hand.

I had never used this power before, but I didn't think it would be that difficult. With my improved sense of trajectory and aiming, I was sure I could handle it. My version of Miss Militia's power was slightly different from the original. Instead of projecting visible weapon constructs like the Green Lantern, my weapon construct could remain invisible unless I chose to reveal it, and it was a beautiful shade of gold, the color of the Emperor.

I chuckled to myself at the thought. Even in hell, a man could still find something to laugh about.

But my confidence was short-lived when a bear suddenly appeared out of nowhere, staring at me with hungry eyes. How had I not heard it coming? I scolded myself for being so distracted.

"Stay calm, Ray. You have a superpower that could throw thermonuclear rockets. Fear cannot control you," I repeated to myself, trying to quell the fear that was creeping up inside me.

The bear was ready to pounce, and I had to act fast. I quickly transformed my golden gun construct into an Uzi and started firing. I missed most of my shots, but I managed to hit the bear enough times to take it down.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my hands where shaking but that didn't stop me from breathing a sigh of relief. "That was close," I thought to myself. "I need to be more careful. I can't let my guard down for even a moment. This place is dangerous as any medieval place can be, with the addition of magic, Ice zombies and giant fire breathing magic lizards."

As I continued on my journey through this strange land, I knew that I had to be ready for anything. My powers were my only hope of survival, and I couldn't afford to waste them. I had to stay vigilant and focused if I wanted to make it out of here alive.