Beginner's Luck - Character Development, Book 1
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By the time the town came into sight, I had killed nine of the desert hairs I had set myself. The goal of keeping at this until I have made a level here was the last hair I needed and just passed it. Sad little town run down buildings lined a dirt road for a few 100 yards. The better places were adobe, but there were plenty of buildings with walls covered in poorly fitting would local trees. All had so many twists and turns that getting uniformed lumber out of them must have been impossible. With a final scream, I launched myself with hair. I had discovered the hard way that attacking with heavy rocket Mellie range, especially if I struck it in the head, made for a quicker kill with fewer attacks from the rabbit. God did. I need Harmer at a spear, but I finished him. I have done it. Congratulations. You have gained a level you have gained one skill point 3000 experience to next level. Picking up the 10th hair corpse. My scraped and exhausted hand put it in my bag. I stumbled into town laughing in triumph. I was level two. I have thought through pain and blood across a blasted landscape to make it here. I had hope. The day I had victory, I yelled my triumph. A few players and then PCs had watched my battle from a rickety porch. The whole prospector type with a massive bushy beard larger than the rest of his head, took off his hat, scratched his dirty hair. We'll be killed. A rabbit morning. Want parade crazy dad, burn full! On that note, I logged off reality and sensations, disconnected and randomly associated for a bit. Lilac tastes like boredom, apparently, but with another wrench, I was back in my pod in my apartment. It's shabby banality of comfort. Shadows of the pain and injuries I had suffered floated through my nervous system. I wrestled myself out of the pot and grab myself some water and a meal pack. A lot of people prefer to do all their eating, drinking and such inside the pods, but it costs Nano to change the aesthetics unless it is natural to the game. So my options were basic meal pack in reality or eating raw desert hair. Then I went to the bathroom not to be too disgusting, but my toilet connects back to the pod. Sewer systems are a thing of the past. You flush on all heads into the pod. Waste not want not. It is all just biomass to the Nano. I could have just gone right inside the pod. It is what happens while you're logged in. After all, is it still a social fiction? If it is a lie, you tell yourself to ignore how our waste systems work. Nothing has changed. Really. In the olden days, waste was treated and eventually fertilized some plant that was eaten by a cow or something, and so on and so forth, till a human ated waste got cycled back to us eventually, This is just a lot more efficient and direct. I took a memory stick and inserted it into the port in the pod and downloaded all the logs and details, including tech specs. From my roll up. On first game session, I locked the pod on armed the surveillance on it as well as my door On the way out. It was time to go see my father. I had to see him because he didn't allow connection to the web. He was convinced that letting information flow into your system was and possible to completely keep under control. Access was exposure. As the author of most of the architecture of our systems, he should know. Still, it meant another crosstown trip for me. I took the stairs down to street level a few at a time, barely seeing this steps in my hand, floating down the banister, jumping around another corner of a landing with a long, familiarity like clothes lined on someone's arm and landed on my back, the air rushing out of my body. I had that moment of confusion and lack of pain that happens when you were suddenly hurt. Then I had that moment when you realized what just happened to you. Finally, I had that moment where your brain is convinced that it is the understanding that is bringing the pain. And if you could stay confused, the pain wouldn't come. Stupid brain