Mac glowered down at the table with the equipment on it. It had been a couple hours since everyone went to sleep, and while he was sleepy, he just couldn't feel a small giddiness inside himself that he tucked away so as not to come off as a bit childish. He knew the equipment on the table were what was going to be their class selection, and he had already planned out what he was going to be once everyone woke up: A cleric. But on the table were only a rusty shield and a hunters knife.

"Knife means rogue. The shield, though, could be anything." He thought to himself, "if this is where we choose our classes, then maybe there's more than just these two possible classes in this room. The shield and the knife are the obvious ones." Mac walked over to the dresser and quietly opened it. Inside, hidden beneath the definitely used clothes was a religious-looking amulet. Mac smiled, "There we go." He said to himself. He took the amulet from the dresser and fastened it around his neck. Almost immediately a voice echoed in his head, without a doubt the Reaper's.

"Mac Caroni. Class: Cleric."

Mac's smiled lingered after the Reaper's voice faded from his mind, but then gradually disappeared as he had expected more. "Aren't you going to tell me I have new spells?" He asked the nothingness of the room. No response. Mac grumbled, but then turned his attention to the sleeping teens on the floor. I really should sleep. He thought to himself, only to notice that since he became a cleric, he had suddenly become much less tired. With nothing to do, Mac took a handful of clothes from the dressed and tossed them on the floor so he had at least something not-wood to sit on, then leaned back and closed his eyes.

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The morning sun was slow to rise, but the the birds outside surely weren't. An obnoxiously loud rooster outside crowed, stirring Kreme and Cole awake from their, rather cute, embrace on the floor.

Kreme rubbed his eyes, and quickly blinked, adjusting his vision to the, still dark, shed. He was slow to stand up, but then remembered the petrifaction, then quickly jumped to his feet and peered outside the door to the dew covered fields. There was barely any light, but it was easy to tell everything was still alive.

Cole groaned from the floor, from Kreme's sudden movement.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Kreme sat down with his back to the wall next to Cole. "How'd you sleep?"

"Bad." he replied bluntly, crawling onto all fours and then stiffly standing up. He looked around the room, then back at Kreme. He was hoping that yesterday was just a weird dream, but evidently not. His rising anxiety began to make his stomach churn, though Kreme's presence did mildly ease him. "I'm hungry."

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Kreme turned his attention to the harvester's bag next to Mac, who was sitting upright with his eyes closed like in a trance, and walked over to it. He silently lifted it up and grabbed a jar of 'pickled-whatever-is-left.'

"Morning." Mac suddenly greeted from his trance, as if he wasn't asleep at all. Kreme leapt back from Mac, to which Mac laughed.

"How long have you been awake?" Kreme asked, a tinge of annoyance in his voice from Mac jump-scaring him.

"I've kind of just been meditating since you guys went to sleep. By the way, those things on the table are basically how we choose our class." Mac reached under his rag robes and revealed the amulet he had worn. Kreme bent over and closely inspected it, then let out a loud 'huh.'

"Okay, what do we have to pick from then?"

Mac stood up from his little nest of clothes and stood over the shield and knife. "The knife is probably rogue, which I'd like Cole to have. The shield, though, I have no idea. My best guess is either paladin or fighter. But if you look around the room there are other items that will give you a class hidden, I found this thing underneath the clothes in the dresser over there." Mac motioned to the dresser.

A sudden pop from one of the pickling jars grabbed their attention, as Cole had opened it up while they were talking.

"How about we decide our classes while we eat?" Kreme suggested as he grabbed a pickled cabbage leaf from the jar and tearfully ate it. Mac nodded and approached the table beside them.

"Right now it would be ideal for us to do a general team composition. I'll be the support, Kreme you'll be the damage dealer, and Cole can be the rogue." Mac pushed the knife towards Cole, who picked it up.

"Cole Sla. Class: Rogue." The Reaper's voice rang out in Cole's head.

Cole examined the knife in his hand and frowned. "I don't like this." Despite being a life or death situation, Cole had never actually held a knife before, not even when cooking.

"Did you want to be the cleric?" Mac paused for a moment. "Actually, can we even change classes after picking one of these up?"

"Yes, you can." The Reaper's voice replied, this time being heard by everyone.

Cole shook his head.

"Well, what do you want to be?"

Cole uneasily looked around the room before his eyes met the grandfather clock. If cleric was hidden in the dresser, maybe some kind of mage class would be in the clock. The shining gemstones engraved in the clock hands looked suspiciously like the gems they obtained from the owner of the shack. Cole walked up the clock and pulled off one of the clock hands and held it in the same manner he held the knife. The clock hand suddenly vanished.

"Cole Sla. Class: Temporal Mage."

Mac and Kreme exchanged glances after having saw Cole's expression to his new class.

"What did you get?" Mac asked.

On Cole's face, unbeknownst to him, was a blue tattoo, just under his left eye, of a clock hand pointing down. "I just got time mage."

"Well that's perfect!" Kreme exclaimed joyfully. "I didn't think we'd get a class that strong this early..." He looked at the shield on the table and approached it. "With you as our utility mage, me as the damage dealer, and Mac as our dad, we'll be unstoppable!" Kreme picked up the shield and held it over his head, intending to make a heroic gesture with his exposition.

Nothing happened. Kreme's smile slowly faded from his face as he realized that the Reaper's voice didn't say anything in his head. "You guys heard the Reaper say something in your head when you picked these things up, right?"

"Yeah. Practically happened as soon as I touched it." Mac replied.

"I'm not hearing anything." Kreme lowered the shield with a confused expression.