Shadow of the DragonHunt
You're sitting by the microwave, waiting for the others to get to your turn in the latest battle against Lord Soth, fingering your lucky d20, and occasionally checking on the popcorn as it rattles away in the microwave. Then the power in your friend's old house goes, out, flickers back on, and boom, the microwave blows next to you.
Laying on the floor, you see the others clustered around you, and one frantically dialing 911. A new player, asks them to step back, and checks your pulse, and makes a face. You still can't move.
You see him slip a knife from his sleeve, and flick his hand, but in a way that won't be noticed by the others. Then he casually brushes his bloody hand past your lips, and you taste salt.
"Lift him up. Perhaps a pillow under his head would help." Surprisingly all scatter.
"Friend, I know this is going to sound crazy, but in a few minutes, you will, if things work out right, end up in another time, another world. My gift to you because I like the way you play rpg's. You'll be a peculiar kind of immortal."
And then things fade...
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You wake, not in pain, and hear the sound of birds whistling, and cool, wet air scented by trees and grass blow past your nose. You're laying on your back with your eyes closed.
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