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A man wakes up in a strange room, with doors that lead to different worlds. The only issue is that he lost all his memories. Follow him as he makes a name for himself in many different worlds, builds a harem of fantasy girls, and explores new worlds, hand crafted by me.
He found himself standing in a room.
He had never seen the room before, that much he was sure of. 3 doors on each of the 4 walls, with a flicker and buzzing yellow lightbulb lighting up the room from above. He took it all in with a calm look, but inside, it couldn't be any more different.
'WHERE THE HELL AM I?!?!'
Other than the buzzing of the old light, it was eerily silent. The doors looked the exact same, and he couldn't tell them apart, other than the fact that he was standing right in front of one of them. Reaching into his pocket, he found a key, a penny, and pocket lint.
'Is this like a maze? Which door do I go through? Where am I? How did I get here? How do I get... back? Where did I... come from?'
Looking at the key, he felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what door it went to. It reminded him of home, but he couldn't remember what his home looked like.
The sense of unease and panic that quickly built up was all washed away in an instant. 'I'll figure it out later.' Looking around, he placed the key on the floor in front of the door he appeared in front of; the middle door on one of the walls.
The doors were evenly spaced out, 3 on each of the walls. They looked ancient, unused for years. The paint on them was worn, showing the bare brown wood underneath the white paint. The handles were made of dusty copper and rust.
'I guess I'll call this wall north, so I have some direction in this place. To the right is the north-east door, and to the left is the north-west door.'
He nodded to himself, feeling smart. Opening the northern-most door, the one he came from, he found himself surrounded by pure darkness, followed by the brightest light he had ever seen. A wave of nausea hit so hard he fell face first.
Unlike the cold hard floor he expected to hit, he stopped half way through the fall, his face hitting something soft and warm. The sounds of nature replaced the old light's droning.
He was broken out of his thoughts by a kick to the stomach, followed by a loud threat. Looking up, he found what stopped him from falling. A very angry young woman pointing a spear at him, with recently disheveled chest bindings.
He instantly felt dumber.
