So I died and went to a different world, ended up as a spazzy teen's younger sister and saved the world along with said spazzy teen. The end. Oh, I was joking, I mean there's gotta be more to the story than that, right? I mean, I certainly didn't mention the tall-as-houses robots wrecking our garden and destroying dad's beloved path...

So when you suddenly wake up as a Sarah Kerrigan rip-off with a giant mutated octopus-woman leaning over you, would you scream and piss yourself or just sigh and say, "How is this my life?" [Or the fanfic where an OC wakes up as a female Vanguard and everyone mistakes you for something else; twist in the OC reincarnation plot bunny; written because of a weird mind] T for language!