I always believed in what I could see. Sure I was raised in one of those Christian Non-Denominational churches by my parents and a very strict Mimi, but my beliefs were not exactly solid. That all changed when I found myself rocketing through the cosmos after hitting an ambush while on patrol in the sandbox. I landed in a magic circle made by an Archmage bent on world domination. Spoiler alert, Fantasy Hitler isn't bulletproof!

Now I'm in a foreign land full of humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes. No electricity, no decent music, and worst of all, basic hygiene isn't a concept these backward idiots have figured out. I'm doing my best to survive and find a way home. I've got a limited supply of ammo to feed my M4, a limited amount of batteries to power nods, two frags, and one claymore.

My name is Staff Sergeant Kevin Holden, and this is my story.