1 Chapter 1: Week One

Life feels so boring. Go to work, be a 'respectable' member of society, come home, go to sleep, and repeat. Of course there are hobbies like video games, working out, or making a fool of yourself on TikTok by dancing in front of your dying child. But even that just feels, gray.

There's no color to anything, not like when I was a kid, when I didn't have responsibilities. Never did have a plan when growing up, always said "Leave it to future me" or "I'll do it later".

Later never came. Out of high-school with no job, no experience, and no friends. Instead of doing something, I sank into the swamp that is depression and lingered there, refusing to even try and get out. Reality had bitch slapped me, and I didn't fight back.

I mean I did get my shit together but it certainly feels like I'm too late in this Game of Life. I always have these sort of thoughts as I walk down the hallway to my apartment. These boring gray walls don't help that's for sure.

As I reached my door and fumbled with the keys like a damn fool, I looked over to apartment 2219. In there was a beautiful woman, who I might have a bit of a crush on. But just like high-school, too much of a pussy to say something, to take a risk. Next time I see her I'll talk to her.

I finally opened my door and walked inside before closing and locking it behind me. The apartment was nothing special. A little hallway that had a door on the right which led into a closet filled with all kinds of junk I don't use or even really need but keep anyway for some mystical reason.

After the hallway was the 'kitchen' on the left and living room/dining room after it. To right of the living room was my goal, the King's Quarters. I fell face first into that benevolent bed that would surely take all my problems away.

I had every intention of passing out and skipping off to dream land with a big fat smile on my face. A naive thought. God and his infinite horseshit always finds a way to ram his fist up my ass and work me like a puppet. The alarm on my phone started blaring most annoying music I could possible find, something about islands and boys. Taking it out of my pocket, my phone read [Start Running Soldier! Stay Hard!].

"Couldn't you be inconsistent for once? I don't wanna do this." I groaned and moaned as I spoke into my bed. Nonetheless I got my lazy ass up and started changing into my foul smelling workout clothes that could even scare off a rat with it's odor.

"Oh, oh god. Yeah, that's due for a wash."

I left my apartment and the building itself, stepping onto the sidewalk. Off on the horizon the sun itself was on its last hour of work, desperate to sleep. Lucky bastard. Already stretched and warmed up I started jogging.

My plan was to run about 4 miles and stop at the park to continue my workout, then run another 4 miles back home. It was my normal route like usual, but then something a little strange happened. About half way into my run I saw a group of people with their phones out recording something. As the curious pale white cat that I am I wanted to check it out.

Stopping next to a few people I feasted my eyes on a couple of police officers struggling to hold down a black man. There were at least 5 officers that were wrestling with him, trying to keep him under control as they pinned him on the ground.

He certainly has the munchies though, considering he's snapping at the officers like that. Scary as hell. Guess this is what that guy meant by 'This is your brain on drugs'. They must have beat him a little though, his face was all bloody.

"See! This is what they do! This is what they do! They always gonna do this! We need to fight back against these cracker ass pigs man or they always gonna George Floyd us!"

Yeah, you're fighting real hard aren't you? Surrounded by a mob of people with your phone out recording while you do jack diddly squat. I looked to the left to see a couple of paramedics attempting cpr on a woman lying on the ground. Christ she is bloody. I can see where he ripped out a chunk of her throat.

"Oh LORD have mercy! LORD HAVE MERCY! I can't watch this anymore! Let that poor baby go! He ain't done nothin wrong!"

You fuckin kiddin me? There's a woman half dead on the side of the road and 'he ain't done nothin wrong'? Definitely the kind of stupid that was put in a trailer outside of the school separated from the others.

While contemplating how I'm even part of the same species as this moron, the meth head on the ground was able to break free from the officers. He lunged at one while still on the ground and bit into his... dick. He ripped it clean off. Ugh, I could see him chewing it.

"AHHH!" That scream was the primal kind. Pain so bad you can't even form words. Guess meth is one hell of a drug. Even the BLM retards were frightened.

After his tasty little snack he was tasered by an officer, placed in cuffs, and shoved into the back of the cruiser unwillingly. I could see him in there. He was banging his head on the window so hard his skull started splitting open and poured out a fountain of blood. Don't know if I was just scared or something, but it felt like he was looking right at me. Creepy.

Decided that was enough of a horror scene for me and went back to my workout. From there it was normal. Finish my run, do some calisthenics at the park, and go home to the greatness of a cold shower and video games.

Although I have yet to pop my cherry, I believe a cold shower after a brutal workout would be better than sex. After the shower, I stood in front of the mirror in my birthday suit looking at the Adonis staring back at me.

"Hello handsome."

Shoulder length brown hair. Normal brown eyes. Ugly ass face. Even after all this working out I still didn't have the body I desired. Lookin like a damn bear with both muscle and fat. The only thing not average about me was my 6ft 3in height, strength, and intelligence. Though, that's not a good thing as I'm basically a semi-funtioning moron. Maybe that's why I'm so strong?

I used to be so insecure about every little thing about me. From my meatsicle all the way to my weight. It was then I taught myself one simple little truth. Who gives a fuck what other people think? I'm fine the way I am.

For the second time tonight I crashed onto my bed face first after my routine delusional pep talk. Turned on my fan and TV for a little white noise, and finally was ready for that sleep. Before I headed to some random dreamy reality that would hopefully feature tentacles, I caught wind of something from the TV.

"The Asagold Comet will be striking Theia today at 1:17 am. It's landing point will be in Chinna in the middle of Hong King Kong."

Could've stayed awake another 2 hours to watch the comet, but screw consciousness.

There was a little thought in the back of my brain though, what if that comet destroyed all of humanity?

No way right?