The alarm on his clock rang louder than it ever had before. With bleary eyes he reached out to his bedside dresser and turned it off. Rubbing his eyes and stretching with a yawn, the young man got out of bed and prepared to greet the day ahead of him.
This young man was Jared Jones, an average guy with a thick and scraggly head of hair that he couldn’t control no matter how hard he’d tried. He was a lanky gentleman in a baggy t-shirt with a band logo on it, and an equally baggy pair of tan pants. He didn’t know it, but today he was going to be thrust into an adventure of epic and transformative proportions. He’d be starting from his hometown of Haverland, USA, and from there things would only escalate until his finest hour finally comes.
He didn’t know any of that was going to happen. Right now he was just hungry and wanted breakfast. He went downstairs to the kitchen to get some cereal or probably some leftovers. When he entered the kitchen, he saw...