No, you can’t decide.

“See you soon, bye.” You wave, it all fades out ready for you to go. You sigh. “Test blank, save character.” Slot 3 lights up and you are once more at the beginning. “I didn’t want her to know I was going to change again.”

“Roll 4d6.” Strength 0 dexterity 4 stamina 2 reason 0 wisdom 2 charisma 2. “Cool, I can do the gun sorcerer ninja thing. Let’s see, human, bonus to charisma. Hmm, dark brown hair, kinda goth, but a bit darker skin, oh, and male. She’s wrong, I want a cock. Mmm, oh, I do want a cock.”

The body that appears is a sexy trans girl with a cute thin smallish cock, hourglass figure, pert butt, flat chest, long black hair, blue eyes rimmed with lots of sexy goth makeup. Spiraling mystic tattoos all over her shoulders and back. 5’4” maybe 100 lbs, thin, flat stomach with a barbell in the navel. Horseshoe nose ring and tongue stud.

“Oh, put some clothes on.”

The body conjures a black kilt, belly revealing black t shirt, leather jacket, and fishnet stockings with 4” heel combat boots. There is a holster holding a odd style metal semi auto pistol with deep purple grips. She is definitely sexy as hell, but not a look that says fantasy world. All the clothes look way too modern. She smiles, “Hop in, then we can pick some spells and stuff, or I can pick for you.”

She seems nice, without really thinking, you catch yourself saying, “Ya sure, that sounds good.” Suddenly you are her.

The words are back, “She chose spells, unless you want to change.” Memories, or visions, like product videos play in your mind. Looks like you have spells that last 24 hours that protect you from natural heat and cold from 0 degrees F to 130 degrees F, a **** barrier as effective as a suit of chain mail armor, one that makes your gun as powerful as a rifle, and your martial arts hit much harder, as if your hands were stone, apparently, or that’s the name of the spell, or something. A small list you can cast at will, a light spell, an ignite spell, detect magic, read magic, and short range telekinesis up to like five pounds. Then you have a few you can cast a few times before needing to rest and recharge, a charm spell, something like spider climb, to stick to walls, and a bullet creation spell that for your current pistol creates 4 magazines of 8 rounds of 7.65mm each. You pull the gun and instantly recognize it, a Walter ppk, like James Bond. “Neat.” On your belt are 2 box type pouches that you also know, or are told, each hold exactly 1 casting of the spell. Plus once cast they effectively last till you shoot them, or up to a week before the magic fades and they disappear. “Um ya, this looks pretty cool actually.”

The words ask, “Enter game?” Then after a few seconds of indecision, another choice appears, “Try new modern fantasy mode?”

“Oh, interesting.”