I got accidentally killed by the stupid goddesses!

Yow, fellow readers! It's your boy, Ron! 🎮📚

So, let me break it down for you. I'm a 20-year-old otaku, and my life? Well, it's like a slice-of-life anime with a dash of awkwardness and a sprinkle of self-deprecation. 🙃

Now, don't expect any epic battles or magical transformations here. Nah, my claim to fame? Third place in a race. Yeah, you heard me right. Picture this: me, huffing and puffing, legs wobbly like a newborn giraffe, and there it was—the finish line. Bronze medal, baby! 🏅

But hold up! That was five whole years ago. Since then, my life has been a riveting saga of… well, not much. My looks? Average. Like, if you saw me on the street, you'd probably think, "Hey, that's… uh, what's-his-name?" And trust me, we'd both forget each other by the time we hit the next vending machine. 🤷‍♂️

Why, you ask? Because I'm a professional hermit. Yep, my house is my fortress. I emerge only for two things: snacks (because even hermits need sustenance) and—wait for it—Bunny Girl Senpai. 🐰💕

That's right, folks. While the world spins outside, I'm glued to my screen, unraveling the mysteries of adolescence, quantum physics, and bunny ears. Because who needs real-life friends when you've got anime characters to keep you company, right? 😎 i need something to cover my lonliness ahem ahem well move on!

So, you've met me—the guy who contemplates tsundere-catgirl relationships while surviving on a diet of instant noodles and anime.

Picture this: me, wrapped in a cozy blanket, eyes glued to the screen, and a half-eaten bag of chips by my side. My needs? Simple. Food delivery and anime streaming—the ultimate combo. 🍕📺

But rewind to two years ago. There I was, a college dropout. Why? Because of those bullies. You know the type—the ones who think they're the main characters in their own twisted anime. 🤨

"Why don't parents teach their kids not to bully?" I wondered, nursing my metaphorical wounds. And then it hit me: Humans are born alone and die alone. Profound, right? Like a philosophical plot twist.

So, I made my choice: Hermit Mode: Activated. My room became my fortress, and the outside world? Eh, overrated. I emerged only for snacks (because even hermits need sustenance) and—wait for it—Bunny Girl Senpai. 🐰💕

But let's talk about the real heroes: my parents. My mom—may she rest in peace—was my guiding star. She believed in my potential even when I couldn't find the "skip intro" button in life. "Ron," she'd say, "you're not a side character; you're the protagonist of your own story!" 🌟

And Dad? The elusive foreign traveler, chasing job opportunities across distant lands. He's out there somewhere, sipping chai and wondering why his son chose waifus over a degree. 🌎🍵

Now, here's the twist: I live alone. No roommates, no study buddies—just me and my anime posters. After Mom passed away, she left a void that even the best waifus couldn't fill. She cared for me, believed in me, and now her memory is my silent companion. ❤️

As for Dad, he's disappointed. Not in words, but in the way he looks at me during our rare video calls. His unspoken question hangs in the air: "Ron, what happened to the kid who came third in that race?" 🏃‍♂️

But you know what? I've embraced my hermit status. I'm the Master of Solitude, the Champion of Couch Potatoes, and the Grand High Priest of Rewatching Anime. 🙌

So, fellow readers, whether you're a dropout, a loner, or just someone who ships fictional characters, remember this: We're all protagonists in our quirky anime of life. 🌸✨

Oh, what a day to remember! The "Bunny Girl Game" has hit the shelves, and our hero had to step out of his think-tank to grab a copy. Why? Because he's not just rich in thoughts; he's got the kind of brain that makes numbers and formulas bow down in respect. Back in school, he was the king of the classroom, scoring full marks while others were just trying to keep up hahahahahha.

Alright, let's spin this into a chuckle-worthy yarn:

So there I was, decked out in my mask, jacket, and cap, looking like I'm about to pull off the heist of the century—except the only thing I'm stealing is the spotlight with my Rapunzel-esque hair. Seriously, it's been so long since I've seen a barber, I might start charging my hair rent!

But today's mission isn't about haircuts; it's about heart-throbbing adventures to the store. And as I lock up my fortress of solitude and hit the pavement, I ponder my one true quest—not to slay dragons or rescue royalty, but to find that special someone. Now, don't go calling me Casanova; I'm just a regular genius on the lookout for love.

And here's a little secret on the way to the store: I've got this one tiny wish—to find someone special. Hold the judgment; it's a universal plot twist, right? But here's the kicker, my smartness is like an invisible cloak, and my face? Well, it's not exactly memorable. So, might need to recruit some help on this quest for love. And did I just say love? Whoa, maybe I'm getting a bit loopy. But hey, that's the dream! 🤓❤️🎮

But lets just focus on the game. So, I was strolling along minding my own business when BAM!

A drunk driver decided to crash into me. Talk about a rude awakening! Looks like the gods had a twisted sense of humor today. Oh well, game over for me! Someone please break the news to my old man.

ROAN DIED!