[ WP ] A modern teenager is transported into a fantasy world , where they are forced into a quest with young witches and wizards their age . Fortunately , they 've got a backpack full of high-tech gizmos to help them along .

I'm usually the kind of guy that enjoys being thrown right into the action; no preface or tutorial could ever give me the raw experience I need to enjoy a game or movie. I skip the boring beginnings and I've never been an avid reader of anything already in movie media. My classwork is done before I leave the schoolroom and I waste hours on my PC every day... 
 
 `` But hey guy, could you please give me a break here?!'' I shouted to no one in particular as the bastard offspring of Hepatitis C and a Balrog charged at me on kitchen knife claws, standing at about two of me. 
 
 `` An astonishing appeal,'' the voice from everywhere replied, `` from someone fastly facing Scaphyllicillus Razordoom. I would run, Alan.'' 
 
 And run I did, directly into one righteous idiot in a blue graduation-gown robe and one pointy fucking hat. 
 
 `` Idiot!'' I stumbled over him with'Razordoom' closing the gap. 
 
 I went into my pocket and immediately took out my bugout gun, the Taser M26. Living near St. Louis will do that to a person. The boy got up. 
 
 `` What's that?'' He looks right at me aiming the gun at his forehead with the monster about 10 meters away yet. 
 
 `` GET DOWN, YOU GODFORSAKEN IDIOT!!'' I fire with his face still in the way, as that sentence was one stride for tall, diseased and hellish here. 
 
 I'll call him Longbottom for now, ducked with millimeters to spare as two steel prongs put 50K volts at 26 watts directly into the back of Razordoom's open throat. What ensued was not only horrific, but R-rated; all that was left of the corpse was what I could assume to be a full copper skeleton. Scaphyllicillus am become spraypaint. 
 
 Soaked in blood and other ghastly humours, Longbottom got up and did the typical idiot. `` You... You just killed him.'' 
 
 `` Yes, Mr. I-Dunno-Dahell-Immado-Wit-Mr.-Syphillis-Face!'' I half-shouted, `` I killed the thing that almost killed US''. 
 
 `` Buh-buh-bbbububub-'' 
 
 `` And,'but how?''' I answered, `` With about $ 50 worth's of pure energy. Which you will be repaying me, at the VERY least.'' 
 
 I reloaded the stun gun and showed him the wires and the prongs from the spent one. `` So what're you, the wizard's apprentice that got cast out?'' 
 
 `` I am a level one aclyote!'' he exclaimed, now suddenly not fearing his life, `` Richye Sarkbat!'' 
 
 `` And I believe you'll be demerited for not only failing, but ruining your-'' a new voice approached. It sounded like whoever owned it had an unsatisfactory attitude with everything before and after starting each sentence by sucking the juice out of a lemon wedge. Like a female Draco Malfoy from Gryffindor. I shuddered. 
 
 A bombshell blonde about my age strode up to the point of the end of her speech and stopped at the scene before her; I'm sure she found the blood on Richye's robes to be the tamest of the gore. Three things then happened damned near simultaneously: 
 
 `` Tarsya, HE got in my way!'' Sarkbat barked. Tarsya immediately lost her breakfast, tea and lunch to the grisly carnage. The nearby copper skeleton rose languidly. 
 
 `` ROBES!'' Tarsya finished, before raising the hood on the back of her set and set a broach to clasp the front and ducking down. Richye did the same and they disappeared, leaving me with 2, 2.5m of skeleton lord to deal with. 
 
 `` YOU ASSHOLES!'' I shouted, now with extra puke on my sneakers running away. Copper Boner followed. 
 
 Finally looking around me, I could see outside of the 5m splash zone. The sky was entirely green with a bright, white light penetrating it. No sun to speak of, and gravity seemed normal. Grasses of purple and orange that looked so bright you could smoke them were mixed with the typical green of your average Midwestern meadow amongst rolling hills. No buildings or landmarks to speak of par for what could only be assumed to be the edge of this universe, a razor rock wall extending endlessly forming a barrier several hundred kilometers away across more of the same. Opposite this wall in all directions, which I had a great view of as my assailant chased me straight away from it, the horizon vanished into more of the same, with nothing but hills and the nug-grass. 
 
 `` Great view of the Lorax's homeworld before I get to DIE, YOU PRICKS!'' I shouted, the skeleton on my heels. Shouting in some language that would cause my God-fearing mother to actually call a priest in for an exorsism, Tarsya trapped me in some kind of kinetic field that felt like running into fluffy Jell-O as I found its edge. They had followed Scaphy's remains, totally visible, immediately after it ran from the killzone. Razordoom ran into it and bounced off, high into the air with all his momentum. Richye repeated the mysterious toungue and trapped the skeleton in midair, now presenting an easier target falling down. The copper melded down into a single ignot as it descended slowly to the ground, though it had to have weighed kilos on kilos as a full body. 

