I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

IamRacist.…Imean,mynameisRacisT.Iwasastand-upcomedian.Theflopkind.Thetypewhoonlygotlaughswhensomeoneelsewasroastinghim.Onenight,Iwasdoingagigatashady,run-downbar—thekindwheretattooedbikersdrinkmotoroilforbreakfast.Iwentinwithmyusualdarkhumor,butmyjokesweregettingthesamereactionasmydatingprofile:completesilence.Thatdidn’tsitrightwithmyinnerartist,whowasalreadystarvingtodeath.SoIdidwhatanycommittedcomedianwould—Iwentdarker.Turnsout,oneofmyjokes(orallofthem?)triggeredaguysohardthathepulledatrigger.Headshot.Instantdeath.Buthey,lookatthis:Aguygottriggered,sohepulledthetrigger.That’swordplay.Butwhocares?I’mdeadanyway.AllIwantedwasasuccessfulshow,peoplelaughing,andmaybeafewgirlsswooningovermywit.Inevercaredaboutmoney.ThemillionsI’dhavemadewouldhavegonetocharity—specifically,0.001%ofit.See?I’mgenerouslikethat.Anyway,deathisdeath.Mystoryshould’veendedthere.But…ifthereisanafterlife,Ihadasimplewish:becomeasuccessfulcomedian,findalovingwife,andhavejustenoughmoneytoaffordthreemealsaday…andmaybeahumblelittleprivateyacht.Orajet.Butthat’sit.Because,likeIsaid,Idon’tcareaboutmoney.Unfortunately,wishesdon’tworkthatway.Because,well—therewasanafterlife.AnditwasabsolutelynotwhatIwishedfor.