"Agh, fuck. How do I start writing this story?" Peter, a young man living in London asks himself. He's trying to write a story, but failing miserably at writing a decent start to it. He lives in a nice area and works as a cashier at one of the local supermarkets. He's a normal guy, with a very generic name in a very average world.
"God damnit, I'll leave it until tomorrow. I hope that I can figure it out when I wake up," he said. Peter went to sleep, not knowing that there was a loose bowling ball on the shelf right above his head.
Late at night, a tiny little BMW drove past, blasting terrible fucking rap music that sent tremors through the ground. Anything and everything around that little car was shaking, including the house Peter lived in, and the worst possible thing happened.
As Peter woke up, he rubbed his eyes and looked up at the shelf as the bowling ball slowly rolled off of it, fell, and killed him on impact. Peter was dead.
"What the hell is this thing?" a tiny little crimpled voice asks in the distance. Peter opened his eyes. Nothing on earth- at least not the one that he's used to, would have been able to prepare him for what he saw. It was a midget. But it wasn't a normal-looking midget. It had long ears, barely a nose, and all of its limbs resembled a different type of animal.
"What the fuck are you?!" Peter asks, shocked by the disgusting looking being in front of him. He took a close look at this thing, as it started to shout back. "I am a flinglebob! Our glorious leader, the Bob, decided to name all his subordinates that. We're all his offspring," said the creature. Peter had no fucking clue what to do. "What are you?" shouted the little midget creature. "Uh... I'm a human," said Peter.
"A human? I've heard of those! They went extinct a few years ago, hahaha!" said the flinglebob. Peter, only fully awakening after hearing what the flinglebob said, noticed that the entire area smelled like shit. "God, what is this fucking place? I need to get out of here," he said.
"Ok! Follow me, huuuman! The zimbledoom comes out at around this time!" the flinglebob said. Peter was confused. Where was he? What was he doing here? And how was he not dead?