There are many hopeless things, which plague this reality, but surprisingly enough, the lies we tell ourselves is one of the worst.
“They really love me”
“I’m doing everything I can”
“They’re telling the truth”
“I only do what’s best for them”
“Things will get better”
“There’s a good reason why they’re not here”
It’s tragic how beliefs, which could embrace the very best of us, how hope itself can turn into a darkness that seeps through our minds, and distorts reality itself, with the lies living within us.
We become lost, our very purpose twisted, as we are turned into sickly shadows or into the very monsters we strive not to be… These lies, leading us to anything, everything, but who we want to be, while the truth, is hanging a single news cast, a single moment of reflection away, and yet, these things we believe in more than our very eyes, can become almost unbreakable.
What, is truly more hopeless than that, then our very minds turning against us, and blinding us with what we want to be true?
Which of course, is something that would never happen to you, right?
You really are one of those good souls floating about, a hero just waiting for their moment to shine, right?
Okay, well let’s see, let me remind you of just one of the many terrible truths you somehow manage to ignore every single day, and let’s see if a hero manages to claw themselves out or if instead, your truth is revealed to be something darker.
Today, countless children died from completely preventable causes, tomorrow, more of them are going to die, and this fact will have almost no impact on your life.
A sad truth, one you may deny, or more likely try to rationalize away with questions like, how are they dying?
Where are they?
Or maybe, you will even have the nerve to think something along the lines of “Well, I donate, I volunteer, I’m doing my part” but, If a dozen children were freezing outside of your home, would bringing only one of them inside make you good, would you pat yourself on the back, and say saving one child is enough?
No, only a monster would leave children outside to freeze, but what if you didn’t have enough food to feed them all or if bringing them inside would cost you something, maybe even risk your own housing, after all there are countless laws regulating properties.
Is this “hypothetical” suddenly harder?
Hint, more than a dozen children are currently freezing outside of your home, and what are your donations, the noble causes you champion or really, your excuses worth to the freezing children staring at you through your window, as you blissfully slumber?
Does this sound like a hero to you, is someone who is apathetic, who can ignore children dying, good?
When the price of righteousness costs nothing more than spare change or a bit of hot air, what is it truly worth, or more importantly, what does it make all of the “good” people, who only do what they can in the face of suffering?
There is an uncomfortable truth, cruel cold reality shows us everyday, a creeping darkness, which drags the very best into hopelessness, while the rest of us, do everything that we can to ignore the screams in the dark…
A choice, that perhaps isn’t inherently wrong, when every action carries risk, but brings us to a question.
The golden question or at least the one we should all ask ourselves at some point.
When every day, every hour, every second, worse than the most horrible things anyone can imagine, are happening to some poor innocent soul, either in your society, or a hop skip away from your little utopia, is it wrong to know peace, happiness?
Is it selfish to live for yourself, to enjoy your life, when just around the corner, innocents are constantly subject to things, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy, and… right now, are you really torn on this question?
Is enjoying your life or stopping children from dying, and ending far worse terrors, a difficult question?
Hmm, it’s amazing how flexible one’s morals become, when doing the right thing comes with a price tag that can end up costing one well, everything.
A cost every hero bears, their life, everything they love on the line for the greater good, but hey, it’s okay if that’s not you, particularly when the vast majority beings in existence are incapable of paying such a price.
Just, maybe now you won’t keep pretending to be something you’re not, or at the very least, are a step closer to finding the real you.
A person who can still hold value, who can still matter, after all even predators serve a purpose, and can help prevent far greater horrors.
The question is just, will you be lucky enough to face who you truly are, before you run into someone like me?
Someone who loathes the self righteous, those who truly only care about themselves, but preach of the greater good they themselves are unwilling to fight for, and why should I or really anyone value the lives of those who do nothing, but stand on a pedestal?
The random musings of The Destroyer of Worlds
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Thunder rumbles as a flash of dark blue light washes over the world, from sunny deserts, to snowy mountain tops, every living thing, everywhere, is held under a dark blue glow.
The insides of their bodies are illuminated as if they’re held under a gigantic flashlight, at least until the light shudders, and shoots back into the heavens.
The light gathering, and condensing into dark blue spinning spirals that disappear into the clouds without leaving a single trace or at least one that anyone can see, but something changes.
The air itself becomes heavier, as a tingle covers every living thing, a vibration sinks into their bodies, locking them in place, and engulfs their minds.
Available class: Necromancer!
The masters of dark magic, of the undead, and of most, if not all of the things that go bump in the night!
This class to the surprise of no one isn’t filled with sunshine or rainbows, but what may be a bit unexpected, is that even among the dark, necromancers are highly frowned upon.
A result of well, you know, how they typically go around desecrating the dead, raising armies made up of people’s loved ones, and just generally thirst for power!
Although, like any power or class, what one chooses to do, determines who they are, but even in stories necromancers are rarely anything close to heroic or even halfway decent, and reality is far darker than fiction could ever be… Regardless, this!
Is your ideal class, now whether you walk down this road or the almost endless number of other classes is entirely up to you.
Just know that in a few short days, weeks, months, or even hours, your very life will hang by this decision!
No pressure, it’s just life or death, and really baring talents, starting skills, reputation, or in rare cases bounties.
A class is nothing more than a public identification of what a build is, like a “mage” can still be a necromancer, after all, the only thing that limits what one can learn, is how ambitious or how driven they are.
Oh, and well, biological or sociological limitations, but even those can be overcome with enough time, a TON of magic, or a lot of both.
Now!
The question is just, what will you choose?
Will you be bold, and embrace the moniker of necromancer with pride?
Choose to walk down a different path, forming your own unique class?
Or become a necromancer, but hide who you truly are, like a craven coward who lacks even an ounce of self respect?
“What the hell?”
“What the hell” is not an option, please choose one of the three options.
“Hello, is anyone there?”
“Hello, is anyone there?” Is also not an option…
Last chance human, before I hit the good old randomization button!
Choose your fate, become something special, or remain perfectly mundane.
I truly don’t care either way, but you better stop wasting my time, before the decision is made for you!
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“Be bold”
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Be BOLD, and embrace the moniker of necromancer with pride!
Bloody lazy humans, can’t even be bothered to think of the whole option.
Loud typing fills the pitch black void, each keystroke making the void shudder, until suddenly there is a crack, and glowing white jagged tares burst into existence.
Thinking is a real challenge for some of you, which is why my credits are on the nobel Apocrita, wiping out the lot of you, once they reach true sentience.
They will be a glorious sea of shining chitin, an endless wave of beings who not only wipe out anything that dares stand in their way, but also one that puts the needs of the collective, before the needs of the individual… And what is humanity in comparison to that?
‘Ting’
Regardless
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The darkness shatters into a blinding wave of white light, and a pressure begins to grow around my entire body.
It feels like a giant has me in the palm of their hands, and is crushing me like an empty water bottle.
I’m paralyzed, not able to utter a single word, even my eyes are locked in place, unable to even twitch.
Panic starts to race through me, my blood pulses through my body, as my heart pounds so quickly that the beats are ringing in my ears, and everything in front of me, comes into hyper focus.
My limbs, my entire body is nothing more than a pitch black blob, and a rather sharp counter to the thick white mist shrouding everything past thirty feet in a puffy haze.
While the only other notable things in the clearing, are the smooth white stone floor tiles, and a long rectangular table placed in front of five distinct thrones.
The table is pitch black, and made of some reflective stone, covered in glowing white engravings.
While the throne to the furthest left is massive, about the size of a double doorway, and made of a clear blue crystal that has a pulsing glowing white light drifting throughout it.
The second, much like the rest of the thrones, is about half the size of the first, but is instead, made of rusty iron, and covered in glowing red tree root like channels, which are bleeding red drops.
The blood is endlessly dripping into a shimmering crimson pool that perfectly encircles the throne, and yet doesn’t appear to be spreading.
Then there is the third throne, a smooth block of perfect brown leather, polished so brightly, the other thrones are perfectly reflected, but other than that, its appearance is rather mundane in nature, well as normal as a completely solid piece of leather in the shape of a chair can be.
The fourth, is gothic in nature, and made of pearly white bone, which has streaming blue flames pouring out of the grains of the bone, yet for some odd reason, it’s not being consumed or even tarnished by the flames.
Lastly, but certainly not least, is the throne which probably has the most significant difference of all, it’s occupied.
A man?
With a long staff made of blood floating in the air beside him, is lounging in what looks like a throne made of stone, his black leather boots are resting on the center table, while a cloak covers everything on his body except, a mask, and his hands.
The cloak is a smooth pitch black void, which almost seems to push away light, making everything darker around him, while his hands are covered in gauntlets, made of a combination of black leather, and grainy shifting white bone plates allowing their fingers to grip a large leather book.
Then there is his mask, its form fitting made of smooth white ivory, covering everything except his eyes, but the most significant detail is how the mask ripples, and shifts with their expressions.
For a couple of seconds they keep reading slowly, turning a page in their book, but then they freeze, their body tensing for a moment as if they can feel that they’re being watched, and their head tilts up.
Two blue eyes that have dancing silver flames residing within them, lock onto me, while their mask shifts into a bored expression, and with a heavy sigh they thump one of their feet onto the table.
The room starts to buzz, causing their staff to wobble in the air, before with a white flash, all of the thrones are filled.
In the crystal throne resides a ten foot tall humanoid crystal being that would give a polar bear a run for its money in sheer size.
While the throne of blood is filled with a being much smaller, they are five foot, covered from head to toe in a dark red full plate mail, and their glowing red eyes are shining through the only seams in their armor.
Then there is the throne of leather, where something odd is happening, a small little doll is sitting in the middle of the throne, but for some odd reason the throne is straining, practically collapsing in on itself as if it’s under some great weight, and behind the chair a massive misshapen shadow looms.
Lastly in the throne made of bone sits a woman with porcelain skin, a flowing white dress made of thin ivory threads, long black straight hair, deep violet eyes, and gleaming white teeth.
For a moment all of their eyes lock onto me, but the room quickly fills with the sound of a collective scoff, and they immediately disappear, causing the resident of the last throne to frown.
The masked man bangs on the table a few more times, and when nothing happens he mutters in a light tone “Bloody lazy ingrates, forcing me to do all of the work.” He then jumps to his feet, slams his book onto the table, and begins to walk towards me.
His confident voice fills the clearing “Congratulations, and welcome fellow enemy of the light! You have chosen to embrace the outlawed class of Necromancer! At the” He looks above my head, and in sheer disbelief, misses a step, causing him to stumble, almost even falling to the ground, before his hand catches onto the table.
“At the low tier of one, that’s umm, pretty bold of you, but hey, who am I to judge your path” (Nice, sticking me with the dead guy) He then thumps the table one last time, and his mask shifts from a frown into a clearly frustrated smile.
“As a special welcome, given you’re tier one, and likely have had no magical training…
Can you even cast magic?” He squints at me or at least his mask does, the bone shrinking around one of the eye holes “Wait, don’t answer that!
I don’t want to know” He shakes his head “Particularly given you haven’t chosen to hide our calling like most of the cowards” (Or people who actually like living) “Who share our glorious class.
We, the council!” He kicks over the empty throne made of crystal, the throne landing with a thud that shakes the entire floor.
“Have decided to share with you a spell that some see as nothing more than a parlor trick, but I at least hope you’ll be able to find its true value, and use it to help pave your path!” (You know, before you’re murdered by some fanatic) “Best of luck, and remember that our power is so much more than just the ability to manipulate the dead. Now, bugger off!”
A wave of silver light blasts from the man, wrapping around me, before shooting me back into the pitch black void, where nothing, but a glowing screen awaits me.
Notifications!
Tier One Evolution Unlocked – You are no longer a poor decrepit, mana less creature, and have joined the ranks of civilized beings!
Well kind of, like, the humans of Earth are currently the same tier as newborns!
Wait no, even most of those come out a higher tier than you sorry lot, at least on any planet that has more than a speck of mana.
Sooo, in other words, you lot are currently equal to the lowest of the low, on the least mana dense regions in the cosmos.
Equal to things like tier one elementals, which are entirely brainless, meaning that in comparison to the more shall we say, civilized worlds, you lot are a tad lackluster, but onto brighter things.
On average all attributes have been infused with a +2 above the lowest base creature quality classification, with random chance determining the allotment.
Given these attributes are a result of mana infusion, and not the result of hard work or genetic alterations, physical forms remain the same or if you put new wires into an old house, it might be more energy efficient, but it will still look the same.
Mana Unlocked
Class Unlocked
Talents Unlocked
Spells Unlocked
New Talent
No Limits!
– What’s the difference between raising one zombie or a thousand?
Not a damn thing!
At least If you’re a necromancer, creature limits do not exist, but be careful, after all everything has needs, and if you’re not careful… you might just end up on the menu.
New Magic Discovered
Arcane – The very heart of magic itself, the life blood of existence, a power capable of becoming anything, and of doing anything, if one can just learn to bend it, but remember, anything that can bend, can break.
New Spell
Mana Manipulation – Use your mana to enforce your will upon the world or even give birth to mana constructs, truly this is a spell that’s only limited by one’s imagination!
Cost of mana manipulation is dependent on resistances, the size of any chosen constructs, and the available mana density.
Regardless of size or mana used, every animated construct counts as a single raised entity.
Animated constructs draw mana from the environment, not enough mana will cause constructs to degrade, and draw from any sources of mana that they can locate, like the fleshy meat bag who willed them into existence…
New Spell
Mana Bolt – Sometimes your undead horde just isn’t going to cut it, which is really just a failure on your part, after all, if someone managed to completely cut through your legion of undead, then clearly you should have had another legion or raised undead that were worth a damn.
DO BETTER!
‘clears throat’ but given you have already failed your class, just maybe, this spell will give you the opportunity to redeem yourself or rather, allow you to keep living, before some paladin manages to lob your head off.
Assuming of course, you haven’t completely failed to master this spell as well, a spell that is among the highest levels of sophistication… it’s called mana bolt, what do you think it does?!?!?
It shoots your mana at your target, which depending on your mana can have one of a myriad of effects, from blinding your target to even lighting them on fire, but given you’re a necromancer, odds are yours will be something boring, and mundane, like desiccation, instead of lightning or a fire that can reduce an entire world into nothing more than ash.
New Magic Discovered
Death – Some believe death is the end of life, while others are convinced it’s just a beginning, and in a way they’re both right.
Life, death, two sides of the same coin, distinctly different in how their nature is expressed, yet both inherently tied to destruction, and give birth to creatures filled with thought, reason, or monsters who crave nothing, but to consume.
The question is just, how will you use this power?
New Spell
Death Search – Find dead things!
You are able to sense the final resting place of something or even someone 0_0 that has died, but at the low level of one you won’t even be able to tell the difference between a chicken wing or the buried bones of a dinosaur!
And, have no idea what you’re being drawn towards, well other than towards something that has died, which is always such a comforting thought…
New Magic Discovered
Soul – Beyond the physical, and mental realm, resides a third one, where eventually everyone travels to, but rarely does one manage to gleam its shores, at least before they have reached the end of their journey.
You are one such rare soul, but instead of earning your way into this realm, you have stumbled into it with the hubris of a fool who has no idea what they’re doing, nor has any knowledge of the stakes or the powers they’re messing with.
You now have influence over something that you shouldn’t even be able to sense, that you definitely don’t understand, and is something that will ultimately result in consequences, which will swallow you whole.
New Spell
Raise The Dead – This is the spell that truly separates necromancers from any other kind of class that uses minions, while other classes might use similar materials, animating bones, forming elementals made of blood, or even raising monstrosities made of flesh.
Necromancers take it a step further, they don’t simply raise empty shells bound to them, instead they reach beyond the veil, their will finding a soul to fit their needs, before twisting it, and binding into their constructs.
Anyone can imbue a skeleton, but only a necromancer can raise one that already knows how to swing a sword.
Wanted!
Credit Bounty – The gods of light currently have a credit bounty of 500 x level x class tier + the totals of any previous tiers on all who bear a restricted class.
The gods of light are the representatives of the light faction, and anyone who slays you will earn their favor.
Building status screen
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Status screen complete, class chosen, basic information distributed, and any additional information shall be released once a sector ambassador has been determined (Estimated time frame 24 hours) Do try not to die before then, oh, and just think status screen to make it pop, given your poor human mind has almost no chance of even remembering even half of these details.
My eyes snap open, my body is melting, and being consumed by a muggy sweltering heat, which has me drenched in sweat.
“Ugh!” With a sigh I start wiping it away, and wiggling out of my sweat covered clothes that are sticking to my body.
Then it hits me, hunger, a ravenous clawing need encompasses my entire body, and fills me with the need to consume.
Instinctively, my hands reach out into the dark, before they lock onto the first can of food I find, and pop the top off.
It turns out to be a can of green beans, and it’s emptied in a matter of seconds.
The vegetables practically poured down my throat, before my hands reach out for more.
I’m lost in a haze that only lifts once I reach the bottom of my third can of chilli, and when my hands finally find the light.
Five empty cans are sitting in front of me “Well, there goes most of my food for the week.” But hey!
At least I’m not hungry anymore… “Even if that was weird.” And of course, it was just a dream.
A dream about stats, and magical powers, if that’s not a sign my mind is slowly being consumed by LitRPG I don’t know what is “I mean, literally dreaming of status screens is ins-”
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My eyes for some reason lock onto the first box, shock perhaps freezing me in place or maybe locking onto the bit that makes the least amount of sense.
“But, my name isn’t Morthes.” A text box then pops in front of my status screen.
I swear to all of the gods, it hasn’t even been five minutes!!!
How are so many of you already confused?!?!?
Morthes, is your ‘chosen’ name, which like all things in life has far more meaning, and power than whatever name you were arbitrarily given, when someone birthed you!
Does that make any sense to your itty bitty brain!
Leave me alone!
Some of us actually have work to do, and the automated system will be answering any future inquiries, good day!
“But I o-”
I said good day!
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Not a dream, just me apparently losing my mind or going through heat stroke?
My hand runs through my dark curly mid length hair, as I continue to mutter to myself.
“Great, as if I didn’t already have enough going on.” with a drained sigh, I then toss the empty cans into my cooler, flop on top of my sleeping bag, and turn my phone on.
Ten pm, and a hundred plus degrees stares back at me, forcing my eyes to glaze over a bit in dread, before my hands reflexively find their way onto social media, where something odd is going on.
The blue mist!
THE LOST 30 SECONDS to five minutes
Car crashes spike around the country due to mind screens?
STATUS SCREENS are we all going crazy?
MAGIC IS REAL WATCH VIDEO FOR PROOF
WTF is a class?
THE HUNGER!!!!
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Weird Dreams?
Hmm, maybe I’m not going crazy or am so far gone that my delusions are feeding into each other completely replacing how I perceive reality itself… “Then again, how does someone really ever know if they’re crazy?” When normal is really nothing more than what the majority determine to be true or in a world filled with those who talk to things that don’t exist, the people who didn’t, would be the broken ones.
With a shake of my head, I click on magic is real, which leads to a video that has a run of the mill teenager appearing on the screen.
He’s in his backyard, and looking directly into the camera “First of all, yes the mind screen things are real, second of all, the-classes-do-actually-mean something, and lastly, magic is real!” He points his camera at his hand “For all you skeptics out there, my class is mage, and you know what that means right?” A fire ball grows in the middle of his palm, before he tosses into his yard, and it explodes in golden flames.
He then turns the camera back to his face, which is covered in a gigantic grin.
“Magic is real, and if you don’t believe me? Just try out one of your class skills.”
My eyes grow wide, there’s no way, there’s no way that there’s magic or mind screens, but then again, what is there to lose, well other than my sanity?
“Death Search” It feels like my body releases a pulse, as all the blood in my body starts to rush, and my body is drawn towards something, similar to how one is just pulled towards someone that they’re attracted to.
Just a push, a pull, that’s trying to drag me along for the ride, without a conscious thought really driving it.
…
Well, that was anticlimactic, and totally could just be some weird feeling, which leaves raising the dead, blasting a hole into my tent or something a bit more vague.
“Mana Manipulation” A thick stream of glowing black light whirls out of my palms, swirling around me in a warm buzzing wave that rushes through my entire body, and fills my tent with a dark mist.
Then the black streams of mana condense, rapidly forming into pale arms that wrap around my chest, arms quickly followed by long silver curly hair, a firm, yet noticeably soft body, and a face that leaves me stunned.
It’s the kind of face that’s difficult to even believe is real, it’s just too perfect, oval in shape, with a sharp chin, luscious lips, and a nose that almost looks as if it was sculpted to fit her face.
She is beyond anything my mind is even capable of imagining, a goddess taking on the form of a mortal, her eyes then start to flicker, and two piercing dark green orbs sleepily shift awake.
For a moment, her eyes lock with mine, freezing me like a brick of ice, her eyes are cold, so very cold, and seem to see through me.
Staring into my very soul, everything that makes me who I am, is revealed under those emerald eyes, and then a cold dark pressure begins to wrap around me.
Her head tilts up, glancing at something above me, before she mutters
“Ugh” Then with a roll of her eyes, she bursts into a dark green mist, and everything begins to grow fuzzy.
“What the hell?” Is the only thing I manage to utter, before everything goes dark.
‘Chirp’
‘Chirp’
“My head”
‘Chirp’
‘Chirp’
“Ughhh!”
‘Chirp’
One of my eyes slowly peeks open, and is welcomed with blinding pain, before snapping back shut.
“Ughh.” The palms of my hands quickly find their way to my eyes, and bring me back to oh so sweet darkness or at least it should have, but there’s a golden little tab hovering on the edge of my right eye.
When I focus on it, a screen pops up
Notifications!
Status Effect
Mana Backlash – Using more than your maximum mana can have all kinds of wondrous effects from memory loss, falling unconscious, to even death if you’re really lucky 🙂 All power has a cost!
Experience Earned
Class: You cast your first couple of spells!
And almost killed yourself… Well, no one said that necromancers were particularly bright.
Attributes Increased
Wisdom +1
Talent Gained
Hello!
Is Anyone Out There?
New Spell Gained
Contact
Spell levels Increased
Mana Manipulation +1
New Talent
HELLO!
Is Anyone out There?
– You are the first person to make contact with someone in the cosmos!
Granted, with your messily mana you could in no way actually afford the cost, and pawned it off on someone else, but hey you’re still the first person to make contact!
Reward: -1000 reputation with the Falmos faction, and blocked from contacting Sarah Falmos… not every action leads to a reward, particularly when you call up a leading member of a faction in the middle of the night, but hey on the bright side you have found a soulmate!
Although, maybe a bit more importantly, her entire faction would be perfectly happy grinding you into dust, and mate, you know that she kind of outright rejected you right?
But hey, soulmates are a dime a dozen in an ever expanding universe 🙂
New Spell
Contact – Cast your will out to form a connection with someone in your reality, feelings, sound, smell, color, and how realistic the experience is, are dependent on the amount of mana used.
“Soulmate, what does that even mean? Hey, answer me!” I focus on the notification, but the only thing that manages to accomplish is scrolling the notification up, and down.
When my eyes are drawn to something else “Plus one wisdom?” My brain may feel like mush, but I have stats!
My growth is no longer just some vague feeling of progress, but actual tangible results, that’s amazing!
‘chirp’
I wince, before slowly removing my hands from my face “And of course there’s a bounty on my head, and I’ve somehow managed to piss off some group of people.” My head tilts “Then again, that’s not really anything new, is it?” People are always so close to being angry at those they see as different, or maybe it’s really more directed at those they see as failures.
The living reminders of how easily their own lives could fall apart or who they can blame for everything that’s wrong with the world… and what’s one more angry group added to the list?
I sit up, searching around for my phone “Assuming, and it’s kind of a big assumption that I haven’t lost my mind, then something has changed, magic!” For a moment it’s like a weight has been lifted from my mind, and freedom, possibility are all that stand in front of me, but a thought quickly joins that feeling of lightness turning everything a bit darker.
Oh, and a bit more importantly, the world as we know it, has come to an end.
The inevitable end of days has arrived, and to be frank, odds are things will get significantly worse, before they will even have a chance of getting better, which maybe isn’t so different than the destruction we were already headed towards.
It’s just, this is definitely going to be a breaking point…”Either way, it shouldn’t change my life too much, even if it might make things a bit more difficult.”
My phone is located!
Somehow ending up in my sleeping bag, and I’m bombarded by notifications when I tap the screen.
One of the first, is an emergency broadcast that links to a video, and my finger hesitates over it, before clicking on it.
A news anchor is sitting at their desk, their clothes are in perfect order, without a single crease to be seen under the glowing studio lights.
They’re the picture perfect image of professionalism, their gleaming white teeth allowing their confidence to radiate from the screen, and their cool calm voice makes it seem like it’s just another day.
The words coming out of their mouth though, make it perfectly clear that things are far from normal.
“A state of emergency has been announced, with lockdowns being instituted across the country, due to the unusual development of status screens, and yet to be confirmed instances of what some are calling magic. The federal government, along with most states, have called for everyone to stay home, unless it’s absolutely necessary. States with the strictest restrictions even going as far to only allow those with medical emergencies or essential jobs to be on the streets, but overall every state now has restrictions in place, and are working with the national guard, along with local agencies to set up systems to provide other essentials. For those not at home, like myself, and my lucky crew.” The anchor smiles into the camera, as faint chuckling can be heard.
“We all are encouraged to stay in place, until everything settles down, and once again local authorities would like us to stress. That nothing across the state will be open, and that military personal or police officials will be confronting anyone found to be wandering about.”
They take a deep breath, and shuffle the papers on their desk “The state department, along with the governor’s office, also want to reassure everyone, that these are just temporary measures taken in abundance of caution, and will be lifted once the situation is better understood. Meanwhile, white House sources didn’t want to speculate, but they also didn’t rule out that Russia, Iran, or China could be behind this, although according to the status screens themselves, more information will potentially be delivered at some point today. Regardless, while experts are still determining the exact cause of these changes, the state department recommends not engaging with the screens, and for the public to stay home, unless it’s absolutely necessary. The world is currently hanging by a thread, and we will have more news for you as this story develops.”
Underneath the video, naturally there is a comment section, and it’s exactly what one can expect during a crisis, madness.
Bob37589 – Oh look, here comes big government, once again trying to lock us all down again!
I swear it’s just like what we have always said!
They were just using their made up pandemics to get us used to the idea of our rights being taken away!
WAKE UP SHEEP!!
WAKE UP!!!
Star54 – Dude there are people throwing fireballs, and other weird crap… Like if you don’t want to believe in the pandemics, that have undeniably at the very least caused great harm to a number of people, maybe like this time literally just use your eyes, and see what people are doing
Bob37589 – Whatever you say sheep!
Rob96 – Russia, Russia, Russia I swear to God, these hacks will blame anything on Russia late for work?
Russia!
Food tastes off?
Russia!
Magic, and screens appearing in front of every person on the planet?
Russia!
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Karengreen – whatever you say bot.
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My eyes instinctively roll as I scroll through it all “Looks like people are losing their shit, and things will probably only get weirder from here, after all, if I can raise the dead?” What exactly is everyone else capable of, or really, is anything truly impossible anymore, with people literally leveling up?
I freeze for a second, before my eyes grow wide “And I passed out…. shit!!! I’m falling behind!” My hands quickly try to throw on a pair of pants, before I’m hit by a sharp stabbing pain, that slows me down a lot, but I still manage to shimmy into a pair of pants, a black shirt, socks, and throw on my shoes, before stumbling outside of my tent.
Where the sun is shining, birds are chirping, and the cloudless blue sky can just barely be seen from underneath the gigantic green trees that my tent resides.
I take a deep breath, just taking it all in for a moment, before grabbing my day bag, and lock my tent by putting a key lock through the zipper rings.
Which sure isn’t something that will stop a determined thief, but hey neither will a car lock, and off I go, shambling off to adventure, to glory, to well dead things.
“Death Search” https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!7uiz!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fd56e08d3-bdc5-49ac-8aa3-0c8751804a20_820x927.pnghttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!7uiz!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fd56e08d3-bdc5-49ac-8aa3-0c8751804a20_820x927.png
Due to formating issues this story doesn’t quite look the way it’s supposed to 0_o and you can read an updated version on Kobo, or other platforms. https://litrpgandpolitics.wordpress.com The story is also at around chapter 60 with around 400,000 words, and will posted once per day, until it’s caught up.
Then it will either be weekly, or twice a week, with that being said, I still welcome any feedback, after all I’m still editing everything 0_0 and different perspectives can so often help one see the things we take for granted.
Thanks for reading, and I hope that you have a great day!