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I don't want to Swing Swords, Can I Please get a Gun?

What would you do if you woke up hanging from a single branch jutting out of a mountain cliff? Below you stretches a sea of clouds, endless and indifferent. You know, with absolute certainty, that if you fall, you won’t fly. You won’t survive. You won’t even die cleanly. You’ll become meat paste, scattered scraps swallowed by the abyss. Would you sing ? Is this real life, must it be fantasy? Opened my eyes—there’s no ground beneath me, Just clouds below plotting my obituary. I’m just a poor boy, Hung from a tree, Crows circling close, pecking my dignity, Dreams of glory… Currently on hold, apparently. Easy come, easy go, Cliff says “jump”, my brain says “no”, Little high, very low, Is this destiny or bad isekai flow? Mama! I wanna kill a man, Could be a god, could be alien, I’m hanging here - please tell me there’s a flying stallion. Mama! Life just barely began, But life screwed me raw in this new world again. As panic tightens its grip and an existential crisis claws at your thoughts, the branch beneath your hands begins to creak. crack. Mama… oo… oo… ooo… Dreamed of flirting with elves, starting a clan, So how did I wake up in an orc den, man? Oooo.. I wanna file a complaint with fate, This welcome package feels completely insane. Friends want me to carry on, fight on, Be a swordsman, brave and strong, All muscles, grit, and testosterone— Mama… ooo… ooo… ooo… I just want a gun. Nice, Clean and Safe long-range fun, No honor speeches when the job is done, They want blood and thick-and-thin, I want to shoot safely… From really, really far away,
Sunny_Neptune · 1.5k Views

Corrupted Whispers

1 chapter every other day… starts 12/30/2025 Life is a game—one of who gets to succeed, or who lives to tell the tale of what happened. Nothing is free in this world. This story will show you the true journey of a monster who becomes something far from god. From enemies to friends, from lovers to enemies again, and finally to death and sorrow—there is no such thing as an evil person or a heroic man in this world. Only those who seek the approval of the masses care about other people’s values and emotions. He who seeks truth and power that surpasses all is ultimately the winner. Myths tell tales of the past, only to leave them as fairy tales. But none ask about their origins. Why do some stories have such gripping action, while others speak only of what they saw? What is the truth of life? How can some live past a century, while others die young? What are the harsh truths of life, and how much do they differ from your own suffering? Though I could tell my tale and its ending right now, watching it unfold from the start is a far better experience. This character—no, this protagonist—is a man who grows from a beast into a pure, abominable being who seeks nothing more than eternity. Remember, mysterious spirits and audiences: you asked for this story. Don’t blame me for the results or how dramatic it becomes, because I too wished for it to change. And in this world— Villains are non-existent. The righteous are purely delusional, blinded by their false beliefs and hypocrisy. Remember these words well, my dear spiritual observer. “Nothing in this world can take my heart more than my life’s journey and the memories of how a rabbit and a flower can shape your values more than the hatred of the people you killed.” ~ Sinn I’m new to writing a novel, and I hope to get better over time :) Subscribe to my YouTube, Gothur. I seek 1k subscribers
Gothur · 21.4k Views