Generation Roll Complete:

Strength - 243

Agility - 17

Vitality - 19

Wisdom - 1

Intelligence - 1

Charisma - 19

WARNING!!! AVERAGE STARTING STATS ARE 50. IF ANY INDIVIDUAL STAT ROLLS BELOW 20 A REROLL IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

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The bright white squiggles sprung in front of Cal's eyes as soon as he opened them for the first time. As he took in his surroundings they leapt around the room with his gaze, constantly staying immediately in front of him.

Annoying.

He swept his meaty hand across the squiggles. They swirled and bled around his fingers as his hand passed through them without even feeling the sensation of having touched anything. The distorted squiggles just gelled right back together in the wake of his hands, as if they had never been disturbed.

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Cal Grunted.

He looked around the room. It was gray and featureless. And full of white squiggles that distracted him as he tried to see into the gloomy space.

"GO 'WAY SQUIGGLES!!!!" Cal croaked out forcefully, using his freshly minted vocal cords for the first time.

The squiggles were stubbornly unreactive to his demands.

Cal stood up and started to back away. With a noticeable lag, the squiggles followed him. He turned and walked to the side. They followed him there too. He faced straight at them and sprinted straight through them. They quickly caught up and held pace with his run, bouncing to his cadence to stay right in front of his eyes.

Finally Cal lashed out. He sent a powerful punch into the squiggles. The punch was so forceful that if you were in the room you would have heard his skin stretch across his rippling naked body; his fist nearly whistling as it passed through the ghostly figures that floated in front of him. When the powerful roundhouse failed to connect he totally lost his balance a sprawled across the floor, cursing the squiggles that eluded him.

Finally he rose from his stomach and sat indian style on the gray floor. Well, almost indian style. His thick legs didn't really like to bend that far, and he had to hold his knees a bit to keep from tipping over backward. He closed his eyes to hide from the squiggles. But frustratingly, the squiggles continued to intrude on his sight, painting themselves on the back of his eyelids.

Cal groaned in frustration, but kept his eyes closed. Getting rid of the squiggles was going to take some deep thought. He held his position and thought hard. He approached a state of meditation, although that certainly didn't occur to him. He spent a long time pondering his course of action. How long would be impossible to say in this timeless featureless space. But finally he came to a decision, and put his plan into action.

Cal slowly and sneakily cracked his eyes open, not wanting to give anything away. He stealthily got up from his seated position and got one foot under him. Then the other. He tensed every muscle in his body. And he leapt. He sprang with every iota of strength he could muster in his overpowered body, in an attempt to jump over the squiggles and lose them before they could catch up.

His head impacted the low gray ceiling with immense force, fracturing his skull and rendering him unconscious, an instant before his neck snapped and ended his short, frustrating life.