"Hey, old man! Give me my arms back!" Exclaimed JohnWillEdge.
JohnWillEdge was hit over the head with a brick doing little damage but visibly deforming his skull.
His expression didn't change.
"You can go fuck yourself, oh wait, you can't, you don't have arms!" Bournell laughed.
Bonifacius looked at JohnWillEdge and felt sorry for him.
He looked towards Bournell.
"Perhaps thou could be less brutal towards John, he is afflicted with a strange curse at the moment!" Bonifacius pleaded.
"That shit-faced undead called me an old man!" Bournell protested.
"Are thou... not an old man?" asked Bonifacius.
"Of course not! I'm thirty!" Bournell protested.
The work continued as Bromy and Pedecree dragged the souvenirs into the warehouse, the only fully complete building.
Alex decided to go scout the area since he was done unpacking the cart.
The base was no more than ten minutes from the beach by foot.
Alex looked around seeing the colourful shells and tufts of dry salt-grass growing around the edge of the beach.
"Alex...?" Thal began.
"Yeah?" Alex asked.
"Are you really ok?" Thal asked.
Alex grinned.
"Of course!" he gave Thal a thumbs up.
"The ring did all that damage to you... so much of your soul must have been thrown out," Thal explained.
"Well... I feel fine..." Alex replied.
"...good... just making sure..." Thal sighed.
"Also, thanks for taking care of Felix for me!" Alex exclaimed.
"Buddy~" he added.
"..."
"..."
"You're welcome..." Thal sighed.
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Meanwhile...
As the L.F.T.O base was being built, JohnWillSmart sat on the puffy chair located in the sunken continent.
The coral palace standing tall as always.
"It's been about a week since I left to join the bad guys..." JohnWillSmart wrote in his diary.
"And ever since then, I made a horrifying discovery..."
"While Arthur is strong and determined, he's also a complete idiot!"
"He started this whole world-destroying crusade because, in about thirty years, Foxly will put his crappy restaurant out of business!"
JownWillSmart pinched the bridge of his nose.
"It looks like he's forcing a group of players with unique sub-classes, the syrens, to work for him by threatening their guild leader..."
JohnWillSmart fixed his glasses.
"He didn't even question my request to become the head strategist! I just popped in the portal and was like:"
"Oh, this place is a mess!"
"LIKE THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH STRATEGY!"
"You should let me lead your forces! I'm good with strategy and stuff!"
"AND THE FUCKING IDIOT AGREED!" JohnWillSmart exclaimed.
"..."
"Regardless, his forces are strong and numerous... I gave the idea of killing JohnWillEdge off some thought... but that sort of quest usually results in death for the aggressor..."
"So, I've set my eyes on another target, the leader of the jGuardians, Curstl,"
"For all the idiocy Arthur said, the idea of her leading the entire world sounds terrible... it would, by all means, be a dictatorship the likes of which we've never see..."
JohnWillSmart thought back to what Arthur told him about the future.
"Magic was completely outlawed for 'citizens' class people..."
"In other words, if you want magic, you better agree with the leader..."
"Dungeons became restricted to those the jGuardians deem worthy of leveling..."
"Penalties like work restrictions and increased tax rates would be placed upon people who went over level ten,"
"Those born with unique class types would often undergo surgery to restrict certain skills,"
"For example, if you can create explosions with a snap of the fingers, your thumbs will be removed,"
JohnWillSmart looked at everything he wrote.
"I'm writing this to you, friends, in hopes of you understanding my actions,"
"I won't let Arthur destroy the world and I won't let Curstl go free either..."
"Sincerely, John."
JohnWillSmart ripped the pages out of the journal.
The book was enchanted to make it waterproof.
He placed the folded pages in his pocket as he heard a knock on the doors to his room.
A round, organically-shaped room with a bed, couch and shelves covered in books.
There was also a large balcony.
"Come in," He said as the door flung open.
"JohnWillSmart, the meeting is about to start..." said a strange-looking human.
Their legs bent weirdly as they swam, almost as if their legs were pretending to be a snake tail.
John remembered that this was similar to the detective person he met on the boat.
"Right..." JohnWillSmart nodded.
JohnWillSmart stood up and headed towards the door, "Thanks for reminding me as always, Syl..." John said closing the door behind him.
JohnWillSmart let out a sigh as headed towards the "meeting room".
He entered the room.
"John!" exclaimed Arthur as he looked up from the papers before him.
"It's the undead..." remarked a female voice.
Grim didn't comment.
"Sorry I'm late..." sighed JohnWillSmart.
He sat down at the table and looked at the other three.
"Alright! Let's start!" Arthur exclaimed.
"As you all know, while the Gumington arc was going on, we got another member! Marable!" Arthur gestured towards the woman with crimson-hair.
She wore her hair in twin-tails.
She was short for a human, but a good bit taller than Grim.
She wore a plain, puffy, brown dress with a white trim and brown tophat with oversized, steampunk glasses.
"It's Mable..." she corrected Arthur.
"Right, well I decided the perfect way to get everyone here well acquainted!" Arthur exclaimed.
He gestured towards the table covered in figurines.
"A... game of Dungeons and Dr-"
"Dungeons and Dargons." Arthur corrected him.
"..."Dargons"?" asked John.
"Copyright," Arthur shrugged.
"Anyway - It's only logical we should come to know each other by going on an adventure! Sadly we're short on time so a board game will do!" Arthur explained.
"..."
"You just want to play a board game, don't you?" asked JohnWillSmart pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Eh?" Arthur began to sweat.
"W-what?! No!"
"Yesterday you had us play uno..." Marble added.
"And you made us play baseball the day before that..." Grim added.
Arthur's expression was one of embarrassment and sadness.
"I-it's alright... I just..."
"He's about to say it..." Grim, John and Marble though in unison.
"I never really got a chance to play these game as a kid, so I wanted to kill two birds with one stone you know..." he said sniffling audibly.
"..."
"FINE, YOU MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE!" Marble relented.
"Damn it! I was going to wait him out!" John and Grim though in unison.