The Adventures of a Gamer of Many Races

Prologue: Of Humble Beginnings

Author's Note
(Skip this if you want to, I don't give one.)
Hello fellow Humans, and welcome to my horrible story about a boi that fuckin' dies and gets sent to the Mass Effect universe with the powers of the Gamer. Yep, this is a 100% original idea, nobody ever did one o' dees a'fore. Anyway, this is going to be a big, fat, dissapointment, so all a' ya'll be prepared now, this is gonna be like Uncle Larry's van. Add on to that big bad van that I've only played, like, up until when you just get on the Citadel, literally. Why am I writing a story for a game that I barely know anything about? I really don't know.
I don't own Mass Effect, by the way, so pls no sue me EA.
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Walking home shouldn't be a task that requires you to be Hercules. Yet on this particular day, for this particular Human, he was going to have to become Hercules. It had been raining for about four and a half hours, with a few claps of Zeus's mighty ass cheeks everyonce in awhile, so why did it suddenly become Nikola Tesla's laboratory?

The human, a young man named Michael Smith, who looked no older than 18, trudged through the water on the sidewalk, with nothing but a pair of rubber boots, a raincoat, and an umbrella to shield him from the biting cold drops of rain that landed on him every time he shifted his umbrella. But, he was already almost home, he could see his house from where he was. Well... he could barely see it from where he was.

When he reached his house, he noticed that his parents car, as well as his siblings, weren't in the drive way. Michael reached into his raincoat and pulled his keychain out and unlocked the door and stepped into the house. When he stepped into his house, he closed the door, took of his raincoat and his boots and put them away and then put the umbrella into the holder.

Michael sighed, if his parents and siblings weren't here, then that mean't that they had gone on his brother's birthday vacation without him... again. Ever since Michael could remember, he had been the one child his parents didn't want. They wanted his siblings, not him. They mostly forgot he existed. Mostly. The times they did remember him weren't exactly to say 'I love you', more along the lines of 'Why did you get an F you retard?'.

Michael walked into the kitchen and flipped on the light, then walked over to the fridge and looked in there. This is what he saw in the fridge: A bag of chips, a couple hamburgers from last night, and one can of Pepsi-Cola. A mix of Coca-Cola and Pepsi, or its just what Michael calls Pepsi, who knows.
'Atleast they left me some food this time.' thought Michael.

He grabbed that shit, making sure to grab some buns, and put the burgers in the microwave. While he waited for the burgers to warm up, he grabbed the buns and tossed them into the microwave at the 30 second mark, ya' know, to soften up and warm them cold ass buns.

After that was done, Michael grabbed the Pepsi-Cola and went upstairs into his room. He was going to play a game while he ate. It didn't matter that he was going to get grease and not clean the joysticks or the goddamned buttons. That was a problem for Michael of the future to deal with, along with his brother and sister.

He set his plate and Bepis down and went to his Xbox 360 and looked for a game to play. Call of Duty: Modern Wafare, Halo 3, Gears of War, and many other goddamn games. Eventually Michael's eyes settle on a... certain game. Mass Effect.

'Eh, fuck it, I'll play it,' thought Michael 'I'm feelin' like playin' it.'

He grabbed Mass Effect, opened up the case went to put it in and realized he didn't turn on the fucking Xbox. He quickly pressed the disc tray button and shoved Mass Effect into the tray.
He went and sat on his bed and took a bite out of the still hot as hell burger, scorching his mouth, causing him to quickly blow in and out to cool the food in his mouth.

After his mouth was more scorched than the world'll be after World War III, he quickly logged into his account and started to play the game. While he was playing he took small bites, wiping his fingers on his sweat pants to get the grease off.

Michael began to notice that their were bits and details that weren't in the game before. The reactions of the NPCs were more spinechilling and they had different voice lines. He made sure to look at the case of tthe game he grabbed and looked at the case to make sure he didn't grab a different game. It was Mass Effect. Why were there strange details in the game? Why are the reactions of the NPCs so realistic and spine chilling.

At times, it appeared as if the NPCs reacted to Shepard as if he were a goddamn robot, being controlled by Geth or something.

Then, it happened. The screen froze. No, wait, The screen didn't freeze. Shepard just stopped moving. Why wasn't she moving? Is the game glitches?

Then the lightning started. It became louder and louder, stronger and stronger. The lightning struck a powerline or something, because the power went out. The roof of the house got struck but lightning, causing the roof of Michael's room to collapse.

'What the fuck!? This isn't normal!' thought Michael, scrambling to get out of the room.

As Michael reached the door, just as his hand touched the doorknob, the lighting struck again. Everything went white and Michael's collapaed onto the floor spazing out, his muscles moving on their own.

As this was happening, Michael felt a horrible pain in his chest, it was the worst pain he'd ever experienced. Michael tried to keep consciousness, but darkness began to set and invade his vision, hiding his view of the floor.

Michael was losing his hearing. Everything was becoming muffled and hard to hear.

As he finally lost consciousness he heard a voice say something.

"User aquired, begining world transfer."

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Author's Note
(Skip if you don't want to read dis, I don't care.)
So it took me, like, half a fuckin' year just to write the damn prolouge, but I did it. I actually wrote a somewhat comprehensible prologue that you wont get lost in hopefully.
I'm not gonna lie, I procrastinated on this story like no other person on this planet. Took me half a year but I got around to it, hope y'all enjoyed it. Dissatisfaction and disappointment is welcome 'cause it's true.
See'ya later peeps.