While working my part-time gig at a convenience store one dark night, my luck turned sour when a heartless robber fatally stabbed me. As my consciousness waned, I lamented all the experiences and goals I had yet to accomplish. Suddenly, a voice sounded...
"I hear and heed your call. The Unique Skill, 'Jack of all Trades, Master of None,' is yours."
Disbelief washed over me. How could they mock me with such a worthless talent? But my irritation was fleeting as unconsciousness rushed in once more. When I came to, I was standing atop a hazy hillside of emerald.
