Imagine waking up in a different world everyday. With only small fragments of the other worlds memories remaining. That is what life has become for me.
Year 7
Date 6/12/2052
Events of the day. I encountered a strange looking animal this morning. It had six eyes, ten legs and antlers on its head. As far as I could tell it wasn't edible. I didn't want to chance it. I hope the next world is more hospitable . I did however manage to find drinking water so at least it won't be dehydration that kills me. Hooray for me.
That is all for today.
I try to record as much of my day as possible so I don't forget it mere hours later. The first time it happened I was obviously scared, terrified even. But as days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into years I slowly began to accept my new reality. The only thing that comes with me in my adventures is a tablet with a singular app. A diary app. Obviously whoever did this to me was at least kind enough to provide me with a way to recall the past worlds. I've still not found any clues on how to get out if this hell. It would appear I'm stuck in here forever. The first few worlds were relatively peaceful. Probably just to lull me into a false sense of security as after about a week the worlds started to get increasingly deadly
