Chapter 1: Killer Truck

    John Cooper was playing his favorite game.

    Surrounded by his posters, football gear, and two small stands holding two different rings, his eyes reflected rapidly shifting scenes of wanton violence.

    Rockets flew and miniguns sprayed, painting the world within his screen red with blood.

    His father liked to call things like this “good ol’ fashioned American violence”.

    Not that it meant anything to John. It was just a game he liked. A few months later, he might swap to another.

    *Ding Ding!*

    An alarm went off at some point during the day, pulling his attention away from the visceral gameplay.

    “Oh, it’s time.”

    “Oh shit! It’s not gonna stop!”

    He cursed as he watched the truck turn toward him. The roar of its engine overwhelmed him. He couldn’t evade.

    And then, it happened.

    Metal contorted and twisted as the truck warped into a robot, the scent of motor oil and gasoline engulfing John’s senses while it roared.

    “It’s isekai time, motherfucker!”

    John watched as the semi-truck robot jumped high into the air and went into a diving elbow drop, as if it were some kind of pro wrestler.

    He sat there baffled.

    “What the fuck?!”

    A hundred tons of metal crushed him and everything went dark.