An Ancient Underground Fortress (World: Grimmdol)

As you were falling, something that looked like a hologram screen popped up before your face. It had the title “System Log” and had the message:

[Error! Character consolidation has failed.]

You swiped wildly at the hologram. The first message disappeared but subsequent ones quickly popped up.

[CreatureType does not exist in destination world.]

[Recommendation: Abort.]

“Abort! Abort! Abort!” You screamed. You didn’t care about the error messages. You just wanted to stop falling.

[Aborting…]

[Abortion failed.]

“Arggghhh fuck you!” You screamed.

[Thread will timeout in 1 minute]

[Resolution required]

[Resolving…]

You tried to relax and wait. Luckily, you've somewhat gotten used to the sensation of endlessly falling.

Subsequent messages continued popping up.

[Resolving….]

[Resolving…]

[Resolving…]

You gritted your teeth and waited.

[Oh no. I fucked up and made it worse.]

[Resolution failed.]

“What?!!!” You yelled.

[Multiple character instances have been committed.]

[Deletion of copies unsuccessful.]

“What does that mean?!”

[Thread timeout in 10 seconds.]

[Pushing changes.]

“Hey, Wait!”

[Repository merged.]

[Connection established.]

[Closing thread.]

Suddenly everything went black.

You opened your eyes and found yourself in a great hall of a castle of some sort. There was a throne at the end of the hall but it was dilapidated and broken. Tattered and faded banners hung from grey stone walls and pillars. You turned around to see if there is an exit and had the biggest shock of your life!

Well, probably your third biggest, after dying and meeting God.

Standing behind you were six large muscular humanoids with blue-green skin, smooth bald heads and pointed ears. They all had the same face. In fact they all looked exactly alike in every way, from their height, to their gold irises, right down to the fur loincloth around their waist.

You had an uncanny feeling that you know what you’re looking at.

“Orcs…” you said.

A series of system messages popped up before you.

[Additional Processing Resources Granted.]

[Parallel Processing Activated.]

[Synchronizing Player Characters.]

A sudden wave of dizziness and nausea hit you like a fleet of truck-kuns. You stumbled onto your hands and knees and gasped. In nearly perfect unison, the other six orcs did the same.

“What… the… fuck…” seven deep, booming orc voices said in chorus.

[Synchronization successful.]

[Initializing RPG system framework.]

[Initializing UI…]

[Downloading starter information…]

[Downloading Character Class Pack….]

[Initializations complete. Terminating connection]

The last system message blinked out.

You took a moment to regain your bearings then looked up. The other orcs did the same.

Over the next several hours you quickly came to grips with what you are dealing with. You’re seven orcs. Like literally, you exist as seven separate orcs. It was hard to explain since it’s nothing like you have ever experienced in your previous life.

“Holy fucking shit,” you said with one orc.

“This is some crazy shit,” you said with another.

“Feels like I am tripping balls,” your third mouth said.

“But on the other hand, it feels so natural having seven different trains of thought at once,” said your number four.

“Hi I’m Augustine, from earth. People call me Gus,” your fifth body said to your sixth, extending his arm.

Your sixth existence shook the fifth’s hand and said, “Nice to meet you, but I’m Gus.”

“Okay we should totally come up with different names. But this guy here’s gonna be Gus,” said your seventh manifestation as he slapped his own chest.

You all fell silent for a minute.

“Uno,” chuckled your first orc. “I know, how original.”

“Dorito,” said your second. “What? I’m getting hungry!”

“Kilo,” the third said with a shrug, “A thousand has three zeros.”

“Raphael,” said your fourth, “One of the four ninja turtles.”

“Nickel,” said the fifth, “As in five cents.”

“Dice,” grunted your sixth body, “Has six sides.”

“And I’m Gus!” You said with your seventh.

“Cool,” Everyone said in unison.

Now that that’s settled, what the hell do we do now? You wonder.