One moment Micky was riding on his horse, attempting to escape lowly bandits the next he was in a room. Well, calling it a room would be an exaggeration, it was a white expanse. It was endlessly white. But there were other things in the white. Specifically other people.

There were several lanky teens, some large individuals and others of the… less than beautiful persuasion. Or should the author say ugly? Well, they weren’t ugly… just less than beautiful. Many had large quantities of acne or other blemishes of the skin. All told, there were about ten individuals, male and female. There was the rare exception however. For example Prin was there and she gave Micky a little wave. Micky let out a sigh of relief, at least he wasn’t alone in this. There was also Jeff, who seemed to be standing next to Prin. They actually made a decent looking pair, it was glaring to look at.

But there was also another individual standing across from them all. It was a tall man with dark skin. If looked at closely it was actually brown, but without careful inspection it looked very much black. His hair was also black, though a true black. It was also puffy and made Micky kinda want to pet it. It looked soft and inviting… not that this author has any experience with fros and how soft and pooffy they are, or how awesome they are, or… *cough*

Anyway, the man looked like he would fit right in with Jeff and be a total ‘Bro’ bro. So the man stood in front of this group, or more accurately towered over them as he was a giant that was over twice their height. He seemed to glisten in the whiteness of the room, it was pretty blatantly clear he was a god or a ‘god’ or a middle manager, whatever you wanted to call it, even to Micky who wasn’t the praying type.

“I have called you all here because I have a mission for you.” Said the god. And all the people listening perked up. Jeff seemed confident like it was only a matter of time. Prin looked board and exasperated like it was her lot in life. While the rest just seemed more surprised than anything, after all, gods asking things of them was the thing that started legends about heroes, and they were not exactly hero material… except that guy, Jeff was totally hero material.

“I regret to inform you that all of you have died. Yes, died.” This shocked Micky, but was also not surprising either. He was probably hit by one of those arrows on his desperate escape. He found it annoying since his army let it happen in front of them…

“But fret not, you have all been chosen to become heroes! You shall go off to save the world. And I in my great power, shall resurrect you and give you all great powers so that you can save the world! There is a great evil and only you can stop it!” Said the god.

“This is bullshit, send me back home!” Said a teen that appeared to be dark and brooding. He was the classic antihero type and would no doubt have a falling out with the hero at the first opportunity. Then he will start a harem to counter the heroes harem that will be completely unnecessary and be OP and also become handsome so that all the heroins will fall in love.

“I, I don’t want to fight… Please don’t make me… also I like ponies, and unicorns, and dress parties… I don’t know why I said that, but it is all totally true...” Said the stereotypical meek looking girl that is obligatory to all such hero stories. The author can already feeling the feminist hate for her already as they are writing. Both Micky and Prin are eye rolling, as they actually know this girl.

“It is not your decision whether you fight or not, it is mine. You will fight and you will gain glory, fame, and popularity! You will defeat the great evil and become heroes!” Said the god.

Jeff tried to placate everybody by saying “Hey, hey, let’s hear the guy out alright. Right Micky? I mean this is our chance to be heroes! We have all wanted to be heroes since kids. I know, because I know that you have that secret stash of hero scroll right next to your princess porn scrolls you keep stashed.” Micky was so red in the face he looked like he was bleeding. Prin looked on with a delicate look, that was also very painful.

“Alright, alright calm down… and bwahahaha… alright sorry.” The god said and started to laugh maniacally.

They all stopped to let the god finish laughing but it wasn’t any time soon. Soon there was laughter coming from all around the white space and it was creepy and disembodied.

“Oh god, oh me, oh creators! I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore. You people heroes? What you thought you were like MCs of a story or something? I bet you thought one of you might be the main heroin slash childhood friend? Oh please, seriously. Oh I can’t take, somebody switch with me… Oh, I love it when mortals get their hopes up, ‘Oh my, I’m actually special, and my life is going to magically turn around, and I’m suddenly going to be popular and all my mental issues will solve themseves. Then I will be right all the time and correct all the social issues of some primitive world with my advanced societal logic!’ Ha! Oh man, the look on your faces. The hope you could be something other than mortal losers! This is why I love pranking mortals!” The god said through his fit of laughter. Now all the mortals were angry and about to burst in rage.

The god snapped his fingers “Alright memories are gone time to go back to being simple mortals.” He said. The white space came down and a party was raging on. All the mortals were sent back without their memories and gods of all kinds hooted and hollered.

“Alright let me give the wheel a spin, who’s next?” He said as he spun a wheel with a bunch of different archetypes on it. “I’m betting on gamer nerds, or maybe introverted internet trolls! Oh man, those guys are always good to prank summon.” Said the god. Then the gods of elvin beer and dwarven wine came over, each carrying a cask and passed it to the god. The god tipped them both over and drank from the magically endless casks while the other gods chanted “Chug, chug, chug, chug!”