- Joined
- Feb 12, 2013
Indian Isekai would literally just devolve into everyone waking up in Utter Pradesh or some other absurdly named province each trying to speedrun suicide the moment they realised they now faced life as a pajeetAsking in case I get reincarnated as an Indian.
Hell maybe this is the answer for why so many jeets seem drawn like magnets to the path of oncoming trains. Some boomer accountant from New Jersey has a heart attack on the can and wakes up in the body of Likshit Dickass in his rusted iron shack just downwind of the Bhopal Poo Factory and before an hour has elapsed he is neck and neck with a reincarnated Welsh Policeman who got a butterknife to the throat and some former Congolese child soldier who was eaten alive by his friends after rations ran out as they sprint towards the railway lines, hoping beyond hope the train takes them before the locals wake up for their morning shit on the tracks