When Life Gives You a Sword, You Still Shoot : Otherworldly Rhapsody
What would you do if you woke up hanging from a single branch jutting out of a mountain cliff?
Below you stretches a sea of clouds, endless and indifferent. You know, with absolute certainty, that if you fall, you won’t fly. You won’t survive. You won’t even die cleanly. You’ll become meat paste, scattered scraps swallowed by the abyss. Would you sing ?
Is this real life, must it be fantasy?
Opened my eyes—there’s no ground beneath me,
Just clouds below plotting my obituary.
I’m just a poor boy,
Hung from a tree,
Crows circling close, pecking my dignity,
Dreams of glory…
Currently on hold, apparently.
Easy come, easy go,
Cliff says “jump”, my brain says “no”,
Little high, very low,
Is this destiny or bad isekai flow?
Mama! I wanna kill a man,
Could be a god, could be alien,
I’m hanging here - please tell me there’s a flying stallion.
Mama! Life just barely began,
But life screwed me raw in this new world again.
As panic tightens its grip and an existential crisis claws at your thoughts, the branch beneath your hands begins to creak.
crack.
Mama… oo… oo… ooo…
Dreamed of flirting with elves, starting a clan,
So how did I wake up in an orc den, man?
Oooo.. I wanna file a complaint with fate,
This welcome package feels completely insane.
Friends want me to carry on, fight on,
Be a swordsman, brave and strong,
All muscles, grit, and testosterone—
Mama… ooo… ooo… ooo…
I just want a gun.
Nice, Clean and Safe long-range fun,
No honor speeches when the job is done,
They want blood and thick-and-thin,
I want to shoot safely…
From really, really far away,