tomorrows book

Bob wakes up in a closed off gloomy antechamber, in a fever-dreamish world stitched together by every cruel game designer he’s ever cursed at 3 a.m. He’s got no class path, no skills, and no gear - unless you count a pair of polka-dot boxers and a sarcastic slime with too much personality. The only way forward is through a towering Boss Door and the things waiting behind it. Then another. And another, until he has defeated seven bosses total.Every win brings rewards as every loss infers heavy cost. Bob is forced to learn fast, fight smarter, and build his path from nothing but instinct and pain. His only constant is the crowbar in his hand.But somewhere beneath the blood and loot, a system remembers who he is. The real question is, will he?