Fuck Man.
I fucking died.
Here I thought my dumbass was thinking I was a goddamn superhero on some Batman shit and thought I could save a woman get assaulted by some fucking scumbags.
And next thing I fucking died.
By a Heart Attack.
Didn't even get a single hit in.
Never doing that shit ever again".
So here I am talking to this ROB and he decides that for some reason that he found my death so fucking pathetic, he decides you know what I'm going to insert you into a character that I fucking despise just that ROB can spite me.
Gregor Clegane, The Mountain That Rides.
But rather than letting me reincarnate into as him as a newborn, you know what? I have to start just before the plot of A Song of Ice and Fire starts, as this couldn't get any better.
"I hate my life."
Now I got worry about the Others, Martells, The War of Five Kings, and those two lovey dovey incestous cunts of the Lannisters who couldn't get their hands and cock off each other.
At least I'm reincarnated as a fucking behemoth of a man.
I'm might stand a chance of surviving this whole thing through.
"Hmm at least this body got a huge prick under this trousers and the body is even more taller.
I dare say at least at most 3 metres tall and 60 pounds heavier.
Is this a Alternate Universe?
"Milord are you alright?"
"Who are you again?" I asked