Achievement Unlocked - I Know Kung-Fu
Kill an enemy with your bare hands.
Reward: Job Unlocked: 005 - Pugilist
(First Job Achievement. Job Assigned: 005 -Pugilist)
“Whoa dude, you got words over your head.” Shelby said.
“Oh shit, you got some too!” I said.
“Dude, what does mine say?” He asked.
“Shelby LaFleur, Level 1 Fighter. What about mine?”
“Chris Kirby, Level 1 Pugilist.”
“Sweet,” I said.
We went through all the same stuff Evan did, with the menus and whatnot.
Chris Kirby Level 1
Pugilist Level 1
HP: 10/10 MP: 2/2 SP: 4/4
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 4
Constitution: 2
Intelligence: 2
Wisdom: 1
Charisma: 4
Abilities:
* [Flurry of Blows] (Job Ability)
Skills:
* Acrobatics Level 1
[Flurry of Blows]
Pugilist Job Ability
Cost: 1 SP per Second
Increase Attack Speed by 100%.
I threw out a rapid barrage of elbow strikes and kicks in mid-air and nodded with satisfaction.
“Holy shit, dude, you're like a ninja or something.” Shelby said.
“Fuck yeah, man.” I said and first-bumped him six times in one second.
“Ow, dude.” He said, shaking his hand in pain.
Shelby LaFleur
Fighter Level 1
HP: 20/20 MP: 4/4 SP: 5/5
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 2
Constitution: 4
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Intelligence: 1
Wisdom: 2
Charisma: 3
Abilities:
* [Adrenaline] (Job Ability)
* [Gullible Face]
Skills:
* Interrogation Level 1
Fighter level 1 gave Shelby a random Common or Uncommon skill, though there was no way to tell what the classification of a skill was as far as we could see. Even real-life video games or what the fuck had some design flaws, great.
[Adrenaline]
Fighter Job Ability
Cost: 1 SP per Second
Regenerate 1 HP per second, increase Attack Speed and Attack Damage by 30%.
[Gullible Face]
Interrogation Level 1 Ability
Your Charisma is 50% more effective against people who believe they are deceiving you.
I laughed, “you do have a gullible face.”
Shelby cocked his head, stuck his tongue out, and flipped me off.
We formed a party, choosing the skull symbol and coloring it light blue (Shelby and I had to compromise), and named ourselves “Tha Bone Gangg.” New text appeared over Shelby’s head, reading “
We also looted the people who tried to kill us. The chick, Yulissia Marabet, had a knife with a green blade, which I took. Tunic guy, Marloe Regis, had a regular dagger and a belt that Shelby took. Each of them had one bottle of red liquid, too, but everything else they had was mundane, ugly, or both.
Grass Blade
Uncommon Magic Weapon
A knife enchanted with basic nature magic.
* +1 Dexterity
* +10% Nature Affinity
Goliath Belt
Uncommon Belt
Worn by adolescent goliaths as part of their wrestling uniforms, these belts enhance the wearer’s strength.
* +1 Strength
* +10% Grapple Efficiency
Minor Healing Potion
Common Potion
Restores 10 + (½ * Constitution) hit points.
“Hey, do you see that?” Shelby pointed at the sky, toward a translucent sphere floating about 25 in the air.
“Yes.” I said slowly.
“What do you think it is?”
I jogged forward to get a better look. There was a person in the sphere, trying to get out of it. The light gave the sphere a faint, multichromatic sheen, making it look like a giant soap bubble.
“There’s a dude in that sphere!”
“Do you think it might be Evan?” Shelby asked.
“No way, right?” I looked back at Shelby. He was unconvinced.
We took off running toward the bubble, which was conveniently floating away in between us and Brogley’s. Right after we turned down the next street, bubble boy disappeared.
“What the fuck?” I looked around in confusion, “where'd he go?”
“Dude, where are we?” Shelby asked.
“Huh?” I said.
Shelby pointed at a little white house with a screen door, “that's Ms. Hogerman’s house.”
“No that's not, she lives on Roosevelt…” I trailed off, noticing the light blue CRV in the driveway, rear view window plastered in cat stickers. I looked at Shelby.
“Roosevelt is, like, on the other side of the neighborhood,” I said, “we went like a block.” I turned around and deflated, “aw fuck.”
The street behind us had grown a dense cloud of fog. I approached the wall of smoke and tried to move into it. The fog acted as a soft and kinda sticky barrier, kinda like mud or quicksand, which easily absorbed my leg. I frowned and tried to pull it out, but I couldn’t get enough leverage to do it without falling down on my ass.
“Hey, uh, Shelby, a little help?” I asked sheepishly.
“Did you get stuck in the Dark Souls fog?” Shelby asked.
“Uh…”
“Why would you try to go into the Dark Souls fog?” He said, not giving me a chance to lie, “it’s usually got, like, a boss behind it or something."
“Shut up, you don’t know there’s bosses.”
“We’re in a video game, Chris. Of course there’s bosses.” He said.
“Whatever, can you help me out?” I asked.
“Not with that attitude.” He said.
“Please?” I asked.
“And?”
“And you’re right and we’re gonna get killed by a boss.” I said.
“There we go,” Shelby said and pulled me out of the sticky fog wall. Satisfied with the amount of time we wasted, we continued down the street, not even making it two houses before we heard a panicked cry come from Ms. Hogerman’s house. Shelby and I whipped our heads around, noticed her front door hanging open, and made eye contact.