Can you please tell me what you think of this intro to a story I am writing?What's good&What should I improve?

Question

If science and faith could finally mate and give birth to a brave new future, what would it smell like?
That was exactly the sort of question I never cared to answer when I was twenty four. When you're a young and enthusiastic sucker, confident that the world is yours to shake and reshape, you don't really stop to brood over such kooky stuff. Do you?
It was also, quite unfortunately, the sort of question whose answer I was doomed to find anyway.
So now, as I sit to write the whole thing down, hopping I'd have enough time to finish this task, I realize that true wisdom and a full understanding of life are not to be achieved by seeking them deliberately, but by having them unexpectedly thrown upon you if you were really unlucky.

It all started late on a balmy summer's evening, a few hours before the events that led to the destruction of the world began. I had just arrived at the city of Lundda. Word has it that if you hadn't been to Lundda you hadn't seen a thing--(cont.below)

It was indeed a big city, the capital of the great kingdom of Yokay, which rather makes it the capital of the world. I was just a young gawky foreigner from the southern lesser civilized chiefdoms, staring unbelievingly at everything I saw.

The city almost gobbled me up. The sheer size of her and all those inns, taverns, brothels and the towering enigmatic ruins of the ancient ones all baited my heart and inundated my soul. There were also, above all, those flirty Lunddan girls so willing to guide a lost foreigner. They almost made me forget what I'd traveled all that distance for. Yet it was late anyway and the famous Lunndan 'War Monsters Market' had closed. I decided that the stuff I was sent to buy, the valuable addition to our chief's army, would have to wait till the morning.
That night I was quite happy with the way everything went. I went to bed with a body exceedingly elated by fine spirits and the expert touches of divine maidens.

. As I laid my head on the pillow I revised my plans for the next day. I would wake up early, have a quick breakfast, pay the innkeeper, then go for the monster market. There I would search for a good, honest breeder from whom I'd buy a couple of blue hairy beasts, healthy male and female capable of mating and giving rise to more beasts who'd render our little army invincible against raiding barbarians. Once that is done, I would make the trip back to the southern port of Buckleham and wait there for the first ship heading for my home country. I expected that if all went well, I would be home, safe with my valuable cargo, before the end of the month.
I closed my eyes and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

Yet during the two seconds that passed between the moment I opened my eyes again the next morning and the moment a wet, funny smelling, handkerchief descended upon my face and gently sent me back to sleep, I managed to develop an eerie feeling that things were not really going to proceed as planed.

Yet it never crossed my mind then that I was becoming entangled in the nightmarish chain of events that would eventually lead to the collapse of civilization as I know it and the total eradication of man kind . . . again!

Few hours later, I woke up screaming as a result of being deliberately, and rather rudely, placed in the path of the rushing contents of a bucket of extremely cold water. I was totally clueless as to what was happening to me. I was also suffering a head splitting headache and a terrible hangover and my vision was blurry. It toke me a quite a while to realize where I was.

The first thing I noticed was that I was strapped to a strange looking chair placed on some sort of a wooden platform or stage set in the middle of what seemed to be the town's busiest square. The second thing I noticed was the exceptionally large number of angry people who were hooting and booing and pointing at me! There were also a couple of bulky grim faced guards standing each on one side of my chair and pinning me down. The floor was almost covered with piles or squashed tomatoes and from time to time a few rotten ones came flying from the direction of the crowds, either to hit me square in the face or to miss me and make the guards on my side quite stained and angry.
A tall broad hooded guy stood a few steps away from me. He was busy addressing the crowds, telling them something that seemed to ignite their already explosive temper.

A tight little knot was slowly forming inside my stomach, and a tiny complacent thought was floating in my mind, telling me that I was still dreaming and shushing another, more realistic thought that kept suggesting, persistently, that I was chin deep in trouble.

The hooded man turned to me and started reciting some strange verses. I was still too dazed to hear him clearly, but it seemed to be something about blasphemers and heretics and the terrible punishment that awaited them.

Answer 1

It's okay. Sounds like you read a lot of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Answer 2

I have had bits and pieces published myself and I think it is quite good my only dislike is this bit

'When you're a young and enthusiastic SUCKER,'

Sucker, who uses that word??

Answer 3

well outside of using spell checker, i actually liked it . It grabbed me almost immediately and held my attention until u stopped.
good luck with the rest of it.

Answer 4

you write very well, i want to read more