A Boring World

Tires screech as the driver desperately slams on the brakes. They try to turn in order to avoid the person standing in the street, staring like a deer in the headlights. The trucks nose turns away, and the spectators breathe a slight sigh of relief. They're going to make it.

But as the truck bed turns, the weight of it's cargo forces it to tip over, dragging the rest of the vehicle with it. The pedestrian is hit and goes flying, their lifeless body hitting the ground a good distance away.

The shock wears off soon enough, and the screaming begins. People yelling for someone to call an ambulance, others wanting someone to check on the person hit or the person who was driving.

In the distance the faint sound of sirens can be heard approaching.

I look at the body lying in the street, knowing that there's no way they could have survived. After all, they were chosen by Truck-kun. 'Tch, lucky bastard' I think. I sigh before continuing on my way.

I'm just your average dude. Plain looking, black hair and eyes, average height and weight. Overall, easily the kind of guy you could overlook in a crowd. At least, you normally could. As I walk down the street, most of the people are giving me looks of disgust, and mother's cover their children's eyes. the reason for this is simple.

I'm wearing an ahegao hoodie.

That's right, I'm an american weeb! Got a problem with that? Fight me! I sigh at the mental argument I imagine would happen between myself and the people around me if any of them would say anything.

Though among the crowd, I see a few people giving me a subtle thumbs up. Fellow people of culture I see. I send a nod of acknowledgement their way before continuing on. My goal? The BestBuy down the street.

My E-reader was having problems, so I needed a new one. I'm not planning to throw my current one away though, I've had it for years and could never bear to simply throw it in the trash. No, I'll put it on a shelf in my spare room. Probably look at it nostalgically when I clean in there.

After all, fiction is my one interest in this boring world of ours. The days are the same and just kind of blur together. And that is what the faceless masses strive for. A safe life where they don't have to worry about putting food on the table. Where they don't have to worry about finding a safe place to sleep. Where they can go to bed knowing that they'll wake up to see the next day.

A safe life.

A boring life.

A life I loath with my entire being.

What I crave in life is excitement. Uncertainty. Adventure. But I won't get it. Any place people can reasonably explore on the planet, has been explored. There will be no more surprising discoveries on land. The sea is deeper than we could imagine, but we won't be able to explore any further without significant advances in technology. The same goes for space. Both of those adventures will be for the future generations to enjoy.

But for me, for the people of today, there is nothing. So I immerse myself in the world of fiction. In worlds where each day is something unique, where you never know what you might discover simply taking a walk in the woods.

Books, games, anime. The holy trinity of entertainment. Of rejecting reality. The sanctuary for those with a thirst for adventure in a world where there is none.

I look to the sky, ignoring the looks of those around me. Thinking of the man hit by the truck. Of the possibility that they were really chosen by Truck-kun.

What kind of adventure would they have? Would thy be transmigrated? Or Reincarnated? Would they be summoned or born? A hero or a villain? Would they have cheat skills, or have to work their way up the hard way, with effort and sacrifice? Cultivation or system? Magic or simply medieval? Or maybe a futuristic sci-fi world. The possibilities would be practically limitless!

I let out another sigh and lower my head as I enter the parking lot. I doubt that I would ever know what kind of adventures they could have. After all, I'm stuck in this world, a boring world by humanity's own design.

A horn sounds close by, and i look sharply in that direction. 'Have I been chosen?' But no, it's just some old lady trying to get me to pick up the pace. I shake my head and move to the side so she can pass by, but she just keeps honking her horn at me.

I shake my head and a sneer appears on my face. 'The f*ck do you want lady? You can pass me by if you want, so why don't you f*cking go you dumb b*tch!'

Just then, a shadow covers me, and I look up and see something rapidly falling towards me. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a truck falling towards me, nose first.

*SPLAT*