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// Out Of Everyone You Can Isekai Why Me?! 
// Story: Don't F*ck With The Guy Who Has Guns, Foenum 
// by TheGuyWhoDayDreams 
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It was just a fucking routine cleaning inspection not a beginning of a fucking anime show where you get Isekai to another world to save them from getting shit on or something.

Well if I was sent here for that reason then I ain't saving shit for this world, I just want to stay at home and play with my guns.

Oh I haven't introduce myself yet, introducing me, Dave. Basic name I know and I don't care, blame my parents lack of creativity.

When I was a child, I was fascinated by guns ever since my dad took me to the shooting range, something about the gun going pow pow and bang bang just intrigued me.

When I reached the legal age to buy guns, I went crazy collecting them and shooting them at cans outside of my house, I kept both my guns, ammunition and other equipment in my shed which I locked it really tightly so people won't steal them.

I've spend time learning how to repair guns, make bullets, basically all you need to know about guns.

Wait a minute where was I? Oh, how did I end up in another world you may ask? Well.

I was at my shed doing my weekly cleaning inspection of my guns, when suddenly the shed started to shake, tilt up and down, and spin a bit like I was riding a rollercoaster. After it had stop I got out of my shed to check out what the fuck happened outside. 

I was shocked to see that I wasn't looking at a grassy field but a large open badlands with cactus, desert plants, grass patches, and canyons everywhere. My house was no where to be seen.

I tried to check if this is a dream by pinching myself in the cheek, I felt pain, god really just have to bite me in the ass by unwillingly isekaing me and my shed in the badlands in the middle of nowhere.

Knowing I will most likely won't be able to return home by standing here, I grab whatever my shed have and go explore the badlands because I don't have any food and water with me. I grabbed a bag, an empty canteen bottles, a lunch box, gloves, a first-aid kit, a bullet ponch, a bandolier, a gun pouch, a pistol, a shotgun, an AK47, magazines, a combat kinfe, a gun cleaning kit, and finally both rubber and lethal ammunition.

Of course making sure I locked my shed on the way out.

I set out on my journey into the badlands, not knowing whatever the fuck is waiting for me, trying to understand where I am, and maybe, just maybe I can find a way home.