'Wake up little one!'
What? What is this voice in my head? Shut up, you're making me sick, I want to sleep.
'No can do, there's things to be done, and you're the one to do them. Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.'
Could you sound less cheerful? I feel hungover. What happened last... Wait, I can't remember anything about last night. Or any night.
'Now you're getting it! A gold star for the best boy. You died, kiddo, truck-sama did his job making street pizza and I am here to summon you to a new world of magic and whimsy!'
That sounds improbable.
'Open your eyes and check for yourself.'
I crack my eyes and regret it immensely. A harsh, white light suffuses everything around me; it reminds me of an overcast day requiring sunglasses. A curious figure of twisted geometric shapes floats in front of me, makes an odd gesture, and paralysis sets in on my mental tongue.
'I am the god of this world, and I netted you from your world because you looked interesting. Somehow your karmic information got mixed up with a game character's and ruined your memory. Nothing to do with me. And this game was one of those massively multiplayer online games and max level, in a progression guild, some other stuff I don't really care about. You're too powerful. Congratulations! You're ascending from your old class and starting over as a newbie in this new world to be fair to everyone else. To make up for taking away most of your abilities, you get an Analyze skill. And probably a language skill, I wasn't really paying attention. I've got a video of you turning into a city block of road rash on repeat, and it is hilariously distracting. Have fun, and don't let the aether hit you where I split you!'
At that, everything goes dark.