[ WP ] The narrator of a popular series passed away . You are chosen by the gods of the story to be the next one . The problem is that you literally never even heard of the series before . The characters get confused as you keep changing things around .

I adjusted my mic. 
 
 `` Ooookay, let's get this show on the road,'' I announced, grabbing the script I had been graciously given by my bosses. Thank them, honestly, for this gig, I've always wanted to be the narrator for... The Grave Slayer, or whatever. Let's get to it. 
 
 `` Once upon a time there was a young man-'' I stopped, grabbing a pen and crossing the line out. `` A bunch of young men, it seems, a varied party of warriors and dragon slayers-'' 
 
 `` Wait a minute,'' called out one of the characters from below my ethereal recording booth, a girl with neon pink hair and a ludicrously large sword. `` We fight demons and the undead, not dragons.'' 
 
 I sigh and rubbing my temples. ``... well you guys fight dragons now, Mmkay? Makes the story more action packed.'' 
 
 `` But what about Carl? He's half dragon,'' asked the same girl, pointing at the bipedal lizard man awkwardly standing there. 
 
 `` Well now he's at odds with fighting his people, and, in, it tears him apart inside or whatever. Brings more dramatic weight to the story, yknow.'' I was getting aggravated - The Dragon Fighter or whatever was MY story now, I'd do to it what I wanted. 
 
 `` I'm not sure I really feel comfortable with that,'' called out the nasally voice of the awkward lizard, Carl, as he twiddled with his fingers. `` Can I just go home or something-'' 
 
 `` And then suddenly Carl was mute and honored bound to fight with the group after Pinky over there saved his life,'' I smiled. The changes took place almost immediately as said, shutting that pipsqueak up finally. I'd do the same to pinks, but a story where the main character can speak is a pretty dull one, I think. 
 
 `` Hey! You ca n't do that-'' yelled Pinks, brandishing her sword to start swinging at... nowhere? They could exactly see me, what did she even expect to do? Another party member, an albino looking goth who I think was a mage went over and tried to calm her down, before she did anything rash. Eventually, Plinko shut up, and they all just sat there waiting for something interesting to happen, and it realllly started getting boring. 
 
 `` And then suddenly,'' pause for a sip of my tea. `` Mister what's-his-name antagonist appeared out of no where and a giant fight ensued!'' 
 
 A larger Skeleton dressed in these tattered robes appeared, as previously stated, out of no where and in no time a fight ensued. I'm not sorry for making this thing feel rushed, I'm getting bored out here and my job is to entertain. 
 
 Eventually even this fight got boring. Pinku just hit it with her sword over again, Carl attacked silently with his claws, the mate kept casting absurdly potent heal spells which erased all sense of tension from the fight, and the less interesting characters did less than interesting things. I needed to spice this thing up! 
 
 `` Then, because of, uh, the alignments of the... stars, Mr. Bones turned into a giant retools dragon!'' I thought this would at least get the party started. They'd never fought dragons before? Here we go! A new challenge to give us some actual engage- 
 
 The newly formed hell-spawn dragon let out s girlish squee. It started to scream on about how it was hideous, how none of its friends would even recognize him, what his wife and daughter would thing before running off. Even his wings were too pathetic to let him fly. 
 
 That was... not expected. Not even a single blow was thrown when I rightly wanted to shake things up 
 
 So, I naturally did the next best thing and ended all life on the planet, deciding to start all over again. If God could make the world in seven days, surely I could come up with an interesting plot in a couple of hours, right? 
 

