I was just driving home after work and got caught in a storm. I should've been cooked by the lightning strike but apparently that's just not how life works. Now I've got the body of a prepubescent child, some idea on how to build and fight with scythes, random memories that definitely aren't mine, and my car. At least the guard will let me help where I can, even if they are all little pricks.

Heh, puns