The World Engine-- Jump 1: Samurai Jack
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--The World Engine-- Jump 1: Samurai Jack Jump 1: Samurai Jack Age: 22 Origin: Drop-In Race: Human Location: Arabia Perks: Navigation Cooking [950] Acrobatics [900] Strategy [800] Animal Handling [700] Martial Arts [600] - Karate Melee Proficiency [400] - Swords, Spears, Clubs. Ranged Proficiency - Bow [0] Items: Signature Outfit - Shirt, blue jacket, red scarf, jeans. Camping Equipment Motorcycle [200] Classic Weapon - Scimitar [50], Bow [0] Drawbacks: Bloodless Violence [100] I woke up with the taste of sand in my mouth and the feeling of a hot sun bearing down on my skin. The blistering heat felt like an extra ten pounds of weight pressing down on every cell in my body, and I found myself scrambling for some kind of water. Mercifully, I found a backpack and a full canteen on my person. Problem is, I don't remember getting these. Or a motorcycle, for that matter. I checked my phone. No reception, and the battery is nearly dead. The time read 7:03 PM. The sun was bearing down on me from directly above. To say I was panicking would be an understatement...but I had enough sense to know that screaming into the abyss while in the desert on high noon is probably a bad idea. I wonder if this motorcycle is all-terrain? Never rode one before. Okay, I can safely say it is not all-terrain and I am very bad at driving motorcycles. It's like riding an angry bicycle with serious childhood trauma. Still, it's slightly faster than walking so I try to roll along with it. From the position of the stars, I know where north is, along with an idea of where to find civilization. I don't know how I suddenly know this. Or why I know I'll find an oasis or two along the path I'm taking. Like only half of my brain got the memo and my instincts were taking orders from it. 1/166 I'm too preoccupied with wanting to stay alive or find my way home to really care. Eventually, I found a city in the middle of nowhere, that reminded me a little bit of Agrabah from Disney. Except...well, the camels were several hundred feet tall and there were plenty of strange, bipedal creatures going about their business, and some humanlike ones there, too. It was a while before I saw another human. I think that's about when I realized ‘alright, I’m not in Kansas anymore.' I was familiar with the trope - someone being taken away from home and pulled into a new world, acquiring some new abilities to survive or thrive. But... Well, wasn't there supposed to be some kind of reason for this? There was nothing special about me. No one showed up to explain this or why I suddenly knew things that should have taken years of training for a random first-world nobody like me. Had I just stumbled into a pothole somewhere, and ended up here...? I didn't even know where ‘here’ was until I heard the name Aku being mentioned by some of the locals. I also knew how to fight, now. A bar brawl taught me that much when some of the locals apparently didn't like the look of me. A little bit after, a group of riders invited me to join them. I guess they were impressed by me hitting some poor sap over the head with a table? Anyways, that's how I ended up in the desert equivalent of a gang. I didn't know what I was doing and I was honestly intimidated by both my situation and those around me, just going with the flow of things until I had enough sense to set off on my own the moment green land was in my sight. And still, I did not know where to go, or where to find my way home. I only walked, fought, and tried to survive. I wasn't like Jack. I didn't fight off armies of robots. I usually hid, ran back, and kept to myself except when it was absolutely necessary. Sometimes, when I stopped to listen, I could hear the ringing of bells. Jump 2: The Evil Dead Jump 2: The Evil Dead Origin: College Student Age: 24 Perks: “Groovy." Hail To The King, Baby [900] Name's Ash. Housewares. [700] Good. Bad. I'm The Guy With A Gun [400] Hero From The Sky [100] Items: Oldsmobile Workshop [0] Drawbacks: Just Cut Up Our Girlfriend...[500] Deadite Outbreaks [700] 2/166 Some people deal with things like an existential crisis, a dead-end job, or just having to wake up in the morning on a Monday. Meanwhile, I deal with the forces of evil possessing and/or killing all of my friends, except for Ash...who's kinda...well, twitchy after the whole experience. Did I mention this is happening every week and I still have to hold a job at S-Mart? ... More than that...I remember a whole other life, now. I remember wandering a desert and riding with twelve thieves. I remember a whole other life before this. Before I had to get used to the idea of fighting the Evil Dead, day in and day out, blood, guts, and bits and pieces that used to be people... I'm...not a fan of violence. At least, not after this. I hope this stops soon. It can't get any worse, right? Jump 3: Harry Potter Jump 3: Harry Potter Origin: Muggle-Born House: Hufflepuff Family Wealth: Middle Class Perks: Dedicated Just and Loyal Setup Wizard [900] Most Potente Potions [750] The Only One He Ever Feared [550] Items: Wand Pet Owl Flask of Felix Felicis [500] Dark Arts Cache [400] Potion Reagents [300] Goblin-Made Sword [0] Drawbacks: Prophecy [500] Bully Teacher [600] I remember, when I was a kid, I absolutely loved the Harry Potter series. The books, the characters, losing hours of time into my own imagination thinking about what life in Hogwarts would be like, using magic to make my own life easier or to get revenge on anyone who bullied me by doing things like making them stuck in the air...it was a childish thing, but it filled young-me with wonder and imagination. I attribute the series a lot to my own interest in literature and stories, even though I feel like I outgrew it years ago. That's why I went into shock when I realized I was standing at Platform 9 3/4, and was back in the body of a smaller youth. I remember my last three ‘lives’, but right now, I was a young 3/166 First Year wizard-to-be. In the distance, I think I could faintly see a certain lightning-scarred kid boarding the train a few doors down. I only snapped out of it when a crowd tried pushing past me, and I found myself dragged onto the Hogwarts express. I've been thinking about my circumstances for a while. Like the fact I seem to keep living new lives, ending up in new worlds I recognized from my own. It's, uh...it's overwhelming, putting it bluntly. I kept expecting to see cameras around the corner, some unseen audience watching me like a special edition of the Truman Show. But no one ever explained my predicament to me and I spent almost the entire last world fighting Deadites with whatever household tools I could get my hands on. Come to think of it, I've already seen more shit than most of these kids combined, and I'm pretty sure things are going to get bad pretty soon. Like, in a few years soon. I contemplated running away. Just finding someplace to hide and let all of this be someone else's problem. But two things stopped me. One, the temptation of learning magic - something I had been fascinated with in my youth and beyond. Two...I remembered something. This is a place where magic exists and is at least studied with regularity. And there was someone here who could possibly help me. Someone familiar with how things like magic and curses worked. I got sorted into Hufflepuff because, honestly, was I going to end up anywhere else? Not only was I not exactly naturally talented, but I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going with this new life of mine. I wasn't paying any attention to anything else right up until I got a moment of free time. At that point, I ran right for the Headmaster's Office. ...well, tried to. This castle is a bitch to navigate and the damn staircases change randomly. I had to give it about two days of attempts before I finally found my way there. Finally, I knocked on the door of Albus Dumbeldore's office. The door opened and a very curious old man was staring at me from his desk. I hurriedly explained what was going on to him. He had to stop me a few times to tell me to calm down, slow down, and compose myself before I continued. I told him everything. The fact I was from another world, that I was much older than the life I was living right now. That I knew about this world from my own, and I didn't know how to stop any of this. I was out of breath by the time the wizened old sorcerer finally spoke up.