A high-voltage discharge went through me, but when I came to, I wasn’t in hell—I woke up in some utterly alternative reality with technologies from the 1980s of the last century, along with a few other realities that are straight from there too. And there’s no shortage of all kinds of non-humans here; I myself am now a two-meter-tall green-skinned orc brute—a paramedic in a first-aid brigade on a salary of eighty rubles, a neighborhood watchman on a volunteer basis, and a budding extrasensory practitioner.
Downsides? It seems they’re planning to kill me again.