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So what's up with you all?! Are you having a good day or not so? Well, while I hope that you have a good day (not like I would wish you to have a bad one if not I would basically be giving up on this story after insulting my dear readers), but I personally am having a very bad but somewhat weird day.

It all started when your dear me, Crete, was having a typical day for a western 18-year-old boy. First thing I would do was battle against the evilest boss and the tough but loving caretaker… For those that didn't get it, the evilest boss is hornyness…'cough'… sorry, sleepiness and the tough but loving caretaker is my mom.

After a fierce battle in two fronts I would end up losing one and postponing the other...'wink'… I would be directed to the kitchen for my morning supplies and housework directives and then go to the place where all kids dream about, teenagers wish they were there but the ones which are there dread the most, University.

Without bragging about myself, I could be considered not a genius but I was well above average. So one would think that with my grades, toned body from the forced extracurricular activities the two bread makers of the family force me to do with the excuse that would be a positive experience which would give him new friends and enforce him the idea of hard work. Like I need soccer to be popular, right guys?! (please, support me on this one as it is the only retort I can give to my female caretaker in hopes of having free afternoons all week long)

I digressed, my University and chosen course, Biological Engineering, wasn't the best in the country but it would be sufficient to land me in a job which wouldn't require much to earn sufficient to live a life of monotony.

Right when I exited the bus at the gate of the university for some reason I sensed that this day would be different from the others. I didn't know if it was because something bad or something good but even feeling something other than the boring day excited me, so with renewed energy and drive I walked with determination while ignoring the joking sneers and looks from the other bored students.

After some long hours of having lessons, I was starting to despair about the Chosen Hour when the light of clarification would arrive and take me away from this boring day. And like a WhatsApp message to Fate, it happened.

At first I thought that all the running in the corridors was probably due to some movie star that came to our university because she fell in love with me on sight and wanted to be my sugar mommy or perhaps a long lost relative had declare that those that could accomplish what his ancestor proposed would inherit all his wealth or perhaps they were just bummed out because NNN had begun and with a firm will wanted to run away from all sorts of enticement the college world would spit on their face.

All sorts of random thoughts and surprisingly weird complete plotlines passed through his mind, but unfortunately for me none of those were the right one. He knew that because just when he stopped hearing people running outside of the classroom door, a few seconds later a square head man walked inside of his classroom holding a bow and arrow.

Yes, that's right! I said a bow and arrow! You must be thinking, "What crazy a** man would assault a school filled with adult men and women carrying only a bow and arrow?". Well, it seems that the feeling of novelty that I felt outside of college's gate was right.

I looked around and all their faces were exactly the same that you are making right now. I could even translate some of the reaction to, "WTF!?" and the funniest one "Is this some kind of movie? Rambo is that you? Hawkeye, your family isn't here right? Robin Hood, here are only poor people? Katniss, you could have chosen a different clinic to change sex? Legolas, 2020 didn't go well with you, right?".

The teacher was also in the midst of 404 error and couldn't react when the Ramsay Bolton dashed like a wild dog chasing his wiener and grabbed him threatening him.

Criminal: "All of you be quiet! If any of you move or even speak you will have to face the arrow of death."

I don't know if that worked to everyone but for those few that wished to perform like a hero were stumped to their place by the sudden threat. I don't know if it is because my brain is damaged or just that I am emotionally barren, I only heard 'meh' while in the background heard C418.

Innocent Me: "PFF!"

Like I was the bearer of the plague all off my colleagues that were sitting next to me took a step away from me. I looked at them like 'Why are you doing this, don't you know if I die and find out that such things as heaven and hell exist I will completely rat you to the boss figures".

I turned my head back to the troll archer from Skyrim just to see a fin-stabilized projectile that is launched via a bow, and usually consists of a long straight stiff shaft with stabilizers called fletching, as well as a weighty (and usually sharp and pointed) arrowhead attached to the front end, and a slot at the rear end called the nock for engaging the bowstring coming in my direction.

And just like that I died. My final thoughts were 'What the hell?! Isn't supposed to be like the bad guy berates for laughing then he dares me to come to him, where I innocently think that 'my body just reacted by itself' and engage in a death struggle with the bad guy only then I succumb to a lucky shot by the bad guy.'

Now what waits me it's the million-dollar question, "Is it bearded or sexy or something completely different, we will find out right after a short commercial?"