Me: how about I bring him back to life?
I ask, not really considering her opinion thought, since I am eager to play with the new toy that I have neglected for a while now.
Naturally, she becomes quite shocked, almost baffled my unrealistic claims, but then, after a short moment of reflection, she gives me a pitiful look, as if she just realized something depressing about me, besides my not so usual and perverted metal state.
Aglareth: . . . I understand now . . . for all this time, you have been silently suffering . . .
Me: . . . what?
Aglareth: Keeping your pain inside by pretending not to care . . . blinding yourself as you deny the harsh reality . . .
. . . Great! Now she thinks I am delusional!
Aglareth: But I am sorry Phillux. . . Your friend is dead . . . for good. No one has ever brought the dead back to life, from the most sinister necromancers to the Holiest priests . . . But don t worry, I will pay for my sins. In addition, he is in a better place now, away from all pain and harshness of th . . .
As a tired sigh escapes from my mouth, I jump from the bed and start strolling around her large room as I silently organize my thought, ignoring her annoying assumptions, and proceeding to take actions rather than make claims.
Aglareth, cut short in her monologue by my unpredicted action, curiously observes me, wondering if lunacy finally enveloped me into her appeasing embrace, as I murmur incomprehensible things, or only incoherent to the extent of her knowledge.
Not really minding her biased judgments, for I am used to be seen as a crazy person, I start wondering . . .
Me: open console command
A familiar blue screen appears
*console command: enter command*
Exactly what kind of *command* that blue console would view as acknowledgeable? If it follows the simplicity of Logic, The ones that I should be able to input are among the list of cheat codes from a Bethesda developed game, since the TGM input worked. Does it means only those belonging to this kind are approved?
Seeing no point in procrastinating the answers to my question, as I could test them in this instant, I say:
Me: advlevel
I suddenly feel a noticeable amount of power engulfing my body, bringing me some kind ecstatic, enthusiastic and rejuvenating felling, as if I could take on the entire world by myself, almost similar to the effect of cocaine on your metabolism ( yea, I know what cocaine feels like. When you are homeless, sometimes drugs are the only way to fool yourself that you matter).
When this almost addicting feeling finally disappears, a blue windows pops up in front of me:
*You have gained a level! *
So I can get stronger just by spamming this command? That was easy . . . way too easy.
I mean, a lot of shounen characters would get pretty mad at how this ability diminishes the importance of *hard work *, especially if they learn that it fell between the hands of a lethargic and slightly evil homeless guy like me, without any kind of sense of responsibility. Though it would be pretty hilarious to see the reaction of a certain ninja that keeps telling people to *believe it* . . . hehehehehe . . .
I am not the only one surprised. Aglareth sensed as well the sudden change I just underwent. Shocked she says . . .
Aglareth: wh . . . what just happened? I can feel something different about you. . .
Not paying attention to her, I check my stats screen
Me: show character window
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CHARACTER WINDOW
Name: Phillux level: 51
Age: 8 Race: human class: slave
Health: infinite stamina: infinite magika: infinite
Strength: 3.06 vitality: 3.06 constitution: 3.06
Agility: 2.04 speed: 2.04 stealth: 3.06
Intelligence: 0 wisdom: 0 spirit: 0
Luck: 0 charisma: 0 attractiveness:-5
D e a t h P o i n t s: 0
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*-100% to all stats due to constant physical and mental abuse
* Due to the nature of your race, mana shaping is impossible
* God mode activated. Health, stamina and magika won’t decrease
*d e a t h c o u n t: 1
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Decimals . . . my stats only increase by decimals for each level? What kind of crap is this? . . . No wonder I only had 2 or 3 points in my physical attribute even at level 50. I mean . . . come on! Isn’t my racial handicap rendering me useless in any magical field already enough?
Aglareth: it is barely noticeable though. . . Maybe my senses are failing me?
Hey shut up! Sorry for being a worthless spiritless without any potential! . . . Anyways . . . If I didn’t have this console command, it would indeed be a huge problem. . . . But with its crazy abilities, It will probably be just a simple matter that can be easily *edited*. . . Hehehehehe . . . . Oops . . . almost got drunk in power there.
I could fix it right now, but I am in no hurry, and I still haven t seen the limits of the blue screen . . . I don t want to accidently mess up something and end up in a worse state than I am in now .After all, as the popular saying tells, *better ready than sorry *.
I have verified my hypothesis about the Bethesda cheat codes being acknowledged. I would try a cheat code from a different game company, but . . . meh I just don t feel like doing it. Any reasons aside laziness?
Simple: Bethesda has the largest cheats-code base (at least to my knowledge). I am pretty sure that any others company-cheat codes list are either incomplete versions of the Bethesda one or simply too annoying to remember.
Now let s try something different . . . how about I enter something a little . . . vaguer?
Me: console command - freeze time
And time freezes in an instant, in the same way I would portray a timeless environment. . . And i am surprised at how well my expectations are perfectly met, expectations that mostly go against any known science on earth, or are just plain senseless.
The first thing I notice is that I can move: hence the first contradiction. What I asked was to freeze time, not to freeze anything around me, yet my own self ignored this condition, as if I wasn’t part of time itself. Point is, I shouldn’t even be able think, yet alone to move.
The second element that doesn’t make sense is that I can interact with any other object upon touch, shape the malleable ones, twist the fragile ones and move some from a place to another, (within the boundaries of my physical capabilities) which ultimately leads to the ability of my body to inhale the particles of air or make my blood flow into my vital organs, (which should have all been immobile), just as it could in a normal time-environment.
When I throw something though, the kinetic energy of the propelled object slowly fades away as it gets further, simply stopping midway its course in midair.
This defies everything about the close relation of time to space many scientist in the past centuries have been so sure about, for in this case, a frozen times doesn’t mean, as it should, a frozen space.
I am in no position to complain thought, since the idea of having my body and senses stuck and unchanged at the same place for eternity doesn’t really sounds appealing.
After making me able to spit gold, growing a tree of skittles and smarties in the backyard and stripping Aglareth naked (hey don t blame me! I’d be questioning my sexuality if I didn’t do that last one! ), I conclude that this ability somehow is directly linked to my subconscious, and perfectly understands my expectation when giving a command, as it overlooks the fundamentals rules of existence.
However, when I try to execute things I can’t even conceptualize, such as paradoxes or contradictions (like creating 4-or-higher-dimension objects or not lying to the question *will you say no?* . . . stuff like that).
In simple terms, it makes my will comes into reality . . . everything I want. . . I simply need to wish for it . . . in that case, there is only one thing left to do. . .
Me: console command; murder the fucking brat that sadistically killed me in the worst way possible.
* . . . error, command does not compute . . . *
. . . Well . . . shit. . . I guess she didn’t call herself omnipotent just for show. But then again, I suppose it would be too easy considering the fact that it was her that gave me this ability in the first place. . .
On the other hand, what the hell am I supposed to do with all that power? Entertain her? Does she realize I could simply wish myself back to earth and be done with it? Or go back in a time where our meeting never happened?
Hahaha . . . I shouldn’t fool myself . . . if someone is capable of handing out such extraordinary powers to a random guy like me; they probably have many countermeasures to my pitiful attempts to go against their will. Whether I like it or not, I am trapped, so I might as well enjoy my pseudo divinity.
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Speaking of playing god, I almost forgot that I have to bring the little Algix back to life. I unfreeze time to ask Aglareth more questions . . . ha crap . . . forgot to put her clothes back on.
Aglareth: . . . what is that odd tree on the backyard?? . . . Why is there melted gold on the floor . . . and where are my clothes?
She says, questioning her sanity, as she quickly turns around, (making her voluptuous breasts jiggles due to the work of physics ) realizing that I am not in the same place I was I millisecond ago. In her perspective, it must have looked like I teleported . . .
To tell you the truth; I am slightly more surprised than her, from the fact that she realizes the tree in the backyard before her own nudity, which she doesn’t seem to care about much.
Not that I am complaining, since it gives my eyes quite a marvelous sight, for her naked body almost made me jeez in my pants . . . good thing that my little friend down there is almost nonexistent due to my age, or else I would be popping one hell of an uncomfortable boner right now.
Aglareth, giving me a priceless expression of shock, surprise, and slight uneasiness, an expression i thought she wasn’t capable of making, or at least to this extent, asks :
Aglareth: what . . . are you . . . !!!
Feeling threatened by the unknown, she takes a fighting stance. Before letting her instinctively send a large amount of dark aura towards me, i stop time again, for i am not a fan of the agonizing feeling it gives.
Geez. . . What the hell is the deal with people antagonizing me so much! All I wanted was to ask where Algix corpse was . . . is this result of my 0 charisma? Got to fix that as well later. . .
Whatever, I can simply resurrect him, and then spawn him there, so I don t really need that piece of info. On this thought, I give the command
Me: bring Algix back to life, in perfect condition, in front of me
And it happens, without any fancy magical effects or some crazy sfx, it just happens. Algix pops into existence without any care of logic, since he is still wearing his usual ragged outfit for some unknown reason. He is bearing a stoic lifeless expression, betrayed by the liveliness of his skin tone, which indicates that he is now in perfect condition, and far from being dead.
After making sure he is in perfect sight of the princess, I unfreeze time.
Aglareth: . . . ! ! !
At the sudden appearance of Algix, her hostility suddenly vanishes, leaving the place to an oblivious sense of happiness, completely overlooking the incoherent nature of the possibility of such event happening. The only thing that matters to her now is the relief from being freed of the heavy burden of an innocent child death.
Algix, on the other hand, caught by surprise by his sudden awaking in this alien place, and deceived from the fact that I was hiding behind him as the woman that scared him to death was still leaking a certain amount of dark aura, and still naked, sinks into a sentiment mixing fear, flustration, and anger. . .
Totally misunderstanding the situation, he takes an offensive stance, his whole body shivering from fear as he struggles to hold his tears from seeping down his cheeks. Determined to defend me, or to prove himself that he is not a coward under the sway of fear, he angrily stutters:
Algix: y-you!! ! . . . I will . . . I won’t. . . I am not afraid of you!
From Algix hostile attitude, Aglareth’ s short moment of relief abruptly ends, followed by her usual sense of guilt toward our situation . . . Afraid of being hated by Algix or giving him another cardiac arrest, she tries to appease his dread towards her with words. . .
Aglareth: Algix . . . you have to calm down . . . I won’t hurt you . . . your body is very weak right now so you need some rest . . .
Algix: sh -shut up! I am not weak! I-I Will defend P-Phil fr-from you!
Algix, overly panicked, clumsily grabs one of Aglareth’s many swords that was for some reason laid there, on the ground. He pathetically trips during the process of it.
Aglareth, witnessing Algix struggling just to balance himself with a sword obviously too large for him, can’t help but feel a strong pity.
Aglareth: Algix . . . I am sorry for what my sistren has done to you . . . nothing of this sort will ever happen.
Algix: WH-why are you n-na-naked then . . . !! ??
Aglareth: that is. . . . a mystery I haven t solved yet.
Algix: You LIAR! You e-elves are all the s-same . . . I w-will not ever let you t-touch me a . . . again!
Lol. Did the poor fellow got pegged by Aglareth little sister or something?
Aglareth, coming to realization that words will not accomplish much, suddenly get herself full of resolution, as she slowly approaches Algix, the same way you would approach a scared kitten In order to not make it run always.
From her attempt at closing the distance between them, he shrieks in terror:
Algix: S-STAY AWAY FROM ME!
Ignoring Algix orders, she keeps walking. Algix, almost hyperventilating, start sweating cold heavy drips, but as determined as he is to not ever lose against his dreadful enemy, he keeps on throwing desperate and empty threats. .
Putting all his effort into pointing the sharp blade towards her, trying to sounds intimidating, he says
Algix: if you don t . . . I ll. . K-kill you . . .
Seeing that Aglareth is still getting closer, despites the obvious threat of the deadly sword pointed at her, he closes his eyes, hoping that all of this is simply a trick of his imagination, an awful nightmare, and that he would soon wake up into the freedom of the wilderness. . .
Sadly for him, the piercing sounds of the blade penetrating Aglareth left elbow, followed by the droplets of her blood hitting against his already red cheeks, quickly dissuade him from his hope to escape reality.
Aglareth, screwed by the blade , falls on her knees just in front of him, her hair now hiding her face , giving her a pale expression, that only adds up to Algix terror, and a somewhat sense of guilt of hurting someone he didn’t mean to.
Algix: n-o . . . no . . . I told you to stay away . . . why . . . why did had to . . . ! ! !
Algix fall into despair. For the first time, he thought to himself, that he had killed someone; But just as he is about to cry into agony, he is embraced by the cold, yet warm clutches of Aglareth, burying his small head into her large bosom .(lucky bastard . . . )
Algix, surprised by the unexpected act of tenderness from the one he antagonized so much until now, can’t help but to look up into Aglareth caring smile, captured into her blue eyes, which seemed to have shifted from colder than the north ice to warmer than the deep cyan beaches of the Caribbean.
Aglareth then starts humming a lullaby to his ears, a lullaby sung into an unknown language, which seemed ancient yet, at the same time very familiar . . .
Kuwata. . . tsuno wo varai~~~~~~
Churishi . . . bura heru rekai ~~~~~~~
Kondevain . . . unbu varuto buron ruai~~~~
Shorutetei . . . chekihirato ~~~~~
Algix, gently caressed between her loving arms, slowly become mesmerized by her soothing voice: It purges his soul from all the fear, hatred, and pain he endured until now.
U. . . . .torajyan aforeru juku roso. . . .ro, Towai watosae. . . . nigatosae . . . tsufurara~~~~~~
U . . . .eri madjya ruteyaraku. . . , Aneria ragyase . . . ra ragyase . . . chinchuro~~~~~~
Unable to withstand Aglareth motherly charm, Algix stops any left defiance he still held against her, as he give in into the tempting feeling of drowsiness, and fall into deep slumber into her safe clutches.
Aglareth, satisfied of her success, gently carries him with utmost care to the large bed where she carefully lays him and covers him until the neck with her blanket, ignoring the deep flesh wound in her shoulder leaving a trail of blood on the floor.
Once her task done, the warm atmosphere that was surrounding her suddenly disappears, returning to the cold and seemingly indifferent one she usually has.
Now facing me with it, she seriously tells:
Aglareth: . . . we need to talk.
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author note : for the song aglareth sang to calm algix down, i used >>>>>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Zhid0ScYAc&index=5&list=LLVnjDKkHmfZmnrn8i6djoCQ