Project Alternative World

"*Dominic Miller, you have been decided for the Project Alternative world.

Get ready to be conceived anew*."

At the sound of the voice, I whipped my head around to see a circle of light, about the size of a soccer ball skimming noticeable all around. I attempted to move however some imperceptible power limited me. Instantly, my brain started to go dim. The main thing I could psychologically consider was "Yet my ham sandwich!?!"

I know, this is truly faltering for a first response.

My name is Dominic Miller. An actually plain name, given to a normal individual. I wasn't attractive, however I wasn't unendurable. I wasn't fat, yet I wasn't very solid. I wasn't short, yet I wasn't too tall. (I was really taller than the normal individual in my evaluation) I should take note of that I was likewise a Junior in High School. While I was certainly not a super virtuoso, I was savvy enough and had a decent memory that I could get passing marks genuinely simple. Furthermore, obviously, as some of you who have been there may comprehend, I relaxed a great deal. I didn't generally do sports so I had spare time after school.