Synopsis

I know I should probably not be recording this, but can you believe how incredibly unlucky this guy is?
So said a random man pointing his phone camera at the mangled, lifeless corpse of a once-upon-a-time young writer, still clutching at his story's preprint, the one that was meant to finally propel him to fame.
I am terribly sorry...
So said the goddess responsible for his death. Sorry? That's it? That's all he gets? No! He won't stand for this! Make up for this, now!
I'm going to become a wreckingball...
So said the dead man about to be unleashed on the next world!