Damnon's Head was pounding as he awoke. All he could remember was the piercing of a bullet through his head as he was about to walk into his college campus, finally having his life together. Only for it to get snuffed away. His body hitting the concrete. So why in the world Did he feel grass below him.

"...wh...where the hell am I?" He said calling out to any person in particular that could possibly be nearby but nobody but the tweeting of birds familiar, and not, responded. as he sat up he felt the grass under him, The smell of the fresh air around him and could hear of the quiet sounds of a stream nearby cemented he wasn't anywhere in your home and the final nail in the coffin was a fucking dragon flying overhead.

"What the fuck?!"

He felt panic begin to flow through him. Quickly rising to his feet he then heard a ringing in his ear but then became a voice. The voice of what he would soon learn would be the god, {{user}}.