1 Wake the fuck up, Samurai...?

My head hurts. It's unbearable. What the hell did I do last night for my head to hurt so much. Deep breaths Azael, deep breaths. Shit, my lungs are burning, fuck deep breaths. I try to put my hand to the head to alleviate the pain somewhat. I fail. My arms also hurt. I try to open my eyes. Argh! Fuck! Too bright! Fuck it, I give up. Just what the hell did I do last night to land myself in this situation? Can't remember anything, it hurts to think too... My thoughts are slowly slipping away into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. Good, atleast living won't be a pain, for now...

I feel myself going awake once again, the pain still there, just much duller, thank God. Damn, this mattress is hard. Is this even a mattress? Why is it so hard and uncomfortable? Besides, shouldn't I be laying on my comfortable bed? Well, it isn't that comfortable, but even my own mediocre-ass bed feels heavenly when compared to this. Speaking of this, it's about damn time I try to wake up and see what exactly is it that I'm laying on. I slowly try to open my eyes once again, the blinding light seeping into my retinas not helping me here, I persevere nonetheless. I blink a few times, slowly of course, trying to adjust my eyes to the light, and thank the lord, they finally do! I see... a blue sky, with small white clouds chasing upon it. Why the hell am I sleeping outside??.

I slowly look around me, the stiff and sore neck stopping me in the discovery of where the hell exactly am I. I try to stand up and fail miserably, my leg's and arm's joints almost screeching to stop me from advancing into a proper position. Well then, rolling it is. I slowly roll onto my side, groaning from the rather powerful pain every small movement brings me. I look onto the ground.

'The ground?' I think to myself. The ground. Hard, orangy brownish ground, which I wouldn't even qualify as dirt, due to how hard it is.

'Well, heh heh, no wonder I'm sore as hell. But why am I on the ground?'

Well, no point in thinking about it now. I should get my body to listen to me properly first. But before that I think I'll cut myself a little nap to hopefully feel better when I open my eyes the next time.

I wake up once again. The nap has done me miracles. While the inside of my head is still pounding, it's not nearly as bad as when I woke up the first time. Same for the rest of my body, I can finally move! ...a bit. I finally sit up and have a proper look around me. Seems like it's become evening now, the light acceptable to my eyes. I scan my eyes around the surroundings and see trash everywhere, and a few giant utility posts. You know, the ones connected with cables to each other, flowing with electricity. Overall a 2/10 setting to live in. Would not recommend, the ground is too hard for my frail little body to sleep on, the trash is a bit smelly, but the utility posts are fucking great! They really tie the whole scenery. I think I'm at a garbage dump. Not a happy awakening.

I slowly exercise my body to eventually try to stand up and move on from this place. In the meanwhile, I try to remember what exactly brought my dumb ass here. Think Azael, think, what's the last thing you remember. Hmm... Oh yeah, I was playing Cyberpunk 2077 on my laptop during a thunderstorm. Yes, I know I'm a dumbass. Of course the inevitable finally happened and thunder struck the building I was in and the last thing I saw was crystal blue plasma coming out of the electric outlet next to me. Damn, did I actually die? Is this heaven? If so it seems a bit smelly and not so comfortable to exist in. Yeah right, if there's anywhere I'm supposed to go in the afterlife, it's straight to Hell, baby! Then again, if it is hell, it seems to have a lack of fire, lava lakes and, well, demons. SO WHERE THE HELL AM I EXACTLY??!

Enough thinking, let's finally get up, and do some exercises standing up. Wait, somethings not right? Whose hands are these - I say at the hands  supposedly connected to my body. In fact, whose body is this?! I remember myself looking rather frail and small, and this body seems, uhh, bigger than what I used to look like. Damn, this can't be real, right? This is ridiculous! WHO AM I? WHOSE BODY IS THIS?! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!!

These were my last thoughts before I fell into unconsciousness once more.

I wake up (again). I remember the crazy ass dream I had. What a nightmare. Thankfully dreams are just dreams, no matter how crazy. I look at my hands to confirm I woke up in my own body. The hands are not mine. I closed my eyes and polity asked the hands to change and stop playing tricks with my eyes. The hands politely refused.

Fuck.