The Halfwit Halfling

My crime? Petting the wrong ginger cat. What should’ve been a pleasant evening indoors with cheesy chips with gravy ended with an unhealthy dose of transmigration when I pet the wrong ginger cat. To make matters worse, the divine entity that should have protected me in this new world instead slapped me with the crippling Pacifist trait and condemned me to a life of incarceration in Game World. It’s not over though. There is no way in hell I’m going to take this lying down. I may not be able to fight for survival, but wit and charisma can go a long way.