"Welcome to Sergard the world of fantasy. Looks like your old god spilt his coffee on your soul which in turn killed you, but you know he's a god and he could fix it. So to save you he sent you to this world. We hope you enjoy your stay and try not to die that fast. Oh, you probably noticed that we brought your whole house to this world with you, you're welcome."
The smell of burnt bacon filled his nose as he looked at the floating box in front of his face.
James' head was racing as he was trying to comprehend what was actually going. The only thought that could escape and be converted into speech was the unintelligent yell of "GOD SPILT HIS COFFEE AND KILLED ME, WHAT THE FOOK!!"
