Ever thought of how much potential there is in the Isekai genre? So many things that could be written about while everyone goes for 1000 different flavors of "overpowered MC saves the day, harem in tow" Well I certainly have! No knowledge of Vintage Story needed either!

In an effort to keep this short as I know I have a habit of rambling, I will simply state what I'm seeking in a partner and you can safely assume I will make all attempts to provide you with the same! Immediately following this I will attempt to provide a sample of the thought running through my head and let you decide if it's interesting enough to message me about!

-18+ only due to my own age making it fairly difficult for me to comfortably write alongside younger.
-"Casual Literate" Avoiding one liners, creating detail and paragraphs but no expectation of "novella"
-"Ghost" friendly. No detail needed life comes first, but I do worry so a simple warning is nice.
-Collaborative writing = we write together. This is my initial idea, but I'm only 50% of the 1x1!
-Fan of "Mild Dark Themes" While I'm not extreme, I enjoy when darker or "problematic" themes are written well and add to the story!
-Detailing limits and expectations. We all have our goes and no-goes. I can't read minds and I assume you can't either!
-Characters should at large be afraid of the world around them, perhaps they're skilled but they definitely aren't ready for this place.


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Everyone has heard some version of the story, the average individual struck down too soon. Perhaps they are rewarded, an apology from the gods for their mistake. Perhaps they are dragged directly to this new world before them, Whatever the case the story starts proceeds and ends practically like a fairytale. A Hero given every opportunity for success, to learn a lesson, to begin again.

This time? This time they're too late.

Eyes open in a collapsed church, every fiber of their being screaming as if they've never known food or water. The open sky grey and unwelcoming, no storm clouds, nothing so natural to explain the eerie atmosphere. Crawling, dragging themselves across rubble. Grit, determination, pure unadulterated spite? Whatever their reason, they manage to finally drag themselves to their feet and stumble to the poor excuse for an entrance.

Empty... empty and silent and far too still, if the definition of purgatory came with a visual aid it would be this place. Nothing was quite dead, simply stagnant. At first glance it simply seemed gloomy, but the longer they stared at ruins and trees and the skyline in the distance... the more they felt that everything was just a little bit off. The same feeling of a lively home suddenly empty in the middle of the day, a parking lot at night, perhaps a well known furniture store suddenly devoid of all life but otherwise nothing out of the ordinary. It was a place where the last thing you possibly wanted was to HEAR SOMETHING.