Chapter 3
The once white room was transformed into a peaceful baby blue sky with small clouds here and there off in the distance. The sun was set at roughly about midday casting a bright ambience over the forest.
Mark could have sworn he seen a group of geese off to the side, if he wasn’t falling down to his death.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Kim screamed as she fell beside him, right next to his ear.
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He punched her.
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Only by reaction, nothing more...
This caused her to flip ass over tea kettle as the screaming got higher pitched. Boy did she have a set of lungs on her. Why did she never scream like this for him.
“Mark! I swear by anything that is listening to us right now, I will kill you if I live from this. No matter how long it will-”
She hit the water below them before she could finish.
A lake of murky brown water saved the two as both submerge past their heads. Mark landed by belly flop, making a loud plat only to be beaten out by Kim going head first in to it.
“You have taken 15 points of damage” flashed in front of his murky view.
The swamp like lake they had landed in had mosquitos buzzing around steamy expulsion from naturally made vents. Frogs croaked out from there landing as large amounts of bubbles exploded out near Kim’s submersion.
He debated on just drowning right there as the pain racked him, but like any good nerd with the promise of a fantasy adventure he slowly doggy paddled to shore groaning the whole way.
Kim didn’t fair any better in the complaint department, but when has she ever.
“That shitty goddess! This isn’t anything like the stories you told me about.” She gasped out as she too paddled to the side.
“We’re suppose to end up in town, by a summon circle or something. Not like this.”
He climbed onto the muddy ground splaying out spread eagle as he tried to catch his breath. There were places that hurt that he had never felt before.
Taking in a deep breath, “How, -gasp- how many hit points did you lose on the impact?”
Kim had her head at a weird angle as she starred daggers at him, “30, but I recovered all 30 of them so far.”
His brain did some gymnastics until he reached a conclusion that caused him to smile.
“You used a healing spell on yourself didn’t you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it”
“Is that where the bubbles-?”
“I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!”
There was a long pause before Mark broke the silence.
“You tooted”
After a long, loud breather. The two were finally ready to be on their way.
The stains of mud marred their new clothes giving the both of them a look of homelessness.
Kim had on once crisp white shirt and brown skirt with a blue belt at her waist. A red cloak with a cowl was at her back now muddled. Her thigh high boots of leather was the only thing that seemed to be of use out of her ensemble.
Her thigh length blond hair was in disarray, matted to her head. She had a 10/10 body and face that made Mark second guess their relationship but the fact of her personality killed that faster then any dream becoming rich had.
Mark’s get up was just as unpractical. He had similar clothe but for the skirt in place was brown pants. Or maybe they were more aptly name a leotard. His cape wasn’t red but blue and his belt was red.
His short brown hair helped in this situation, unlike his nerdy looks did in college. His body just wasn’t built for anything physical, which brought his attention to the cloak.
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Mark didn’t mind too much but the weight of his new cloak was starting to be too much already and they haven’t even left the lake shore yet.
“We should take a look at our status, just so we know what we are working with.”
“Status” he called out but nothing happen.
He was starting to get puzzled over this ordeal when Kim activated bitch mode, about the same time a flash was going off at the corner of his eye.
“That’s not working, Mark. Your knowledge of this whole thing is as pathetic as your dick!”
“You don’t say, Kim,. You know what, your such a cunt. You know that.” A ding sounded as a pop up came to.
Do you wish your name to be “You Don’t-say”, yes/no
The hell? He thought no.
Kim on the other hand didn’t take that laying down. Instead she decided to meet his challenge with piss and vinegar of her own.
“Kim’s such a cunt, huh? YEAH! Well guess what Mark, I was open to us getting back to gather but that’s never going to happen now. You can-” she indicated to her tits, “kiss these puppies goodbye!”
She spun around only to stop in place.
Over Kim’s head, words appeared.
“Kim Such-a-cunt”
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….was her new name.
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The time seemed to slow down as Kim took in her new name. Mark decided after years living with her that some battles were just a lost cause and that it was better for him to retreat.
He ran then.
He got a couple of steps in before he felt an iron grip on his right shoulder. Through the reward that he was given of martial arts he had the ability to detect if it was something he could break out of, it told him that there was great danger if he moved the slightest bit.
“And where do you think your going hmm. Your going nowhere until you fix this.”
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Kim’s POV
She had a stressful day so far. The hurt that her husband Mark was trying to get out of their marriage was enough for her to fat girl sob in the bathroom for hours at the therapist.
That would have been the worst but it kept on that slope as the therapist and Mark ganged up on her telling it as if she was a horrible person. Was it her fault that she wanted her man to be all that he could be, apparently so.
She tried to take some of the pressure off by taking him out to parties and luxury hotels at high tourist locations but that only made it worst.
Kim tried time and again to show him that she really loved him and that he wasn’t just a fancy she came across. When her father tried to fire him she told daddy that she was in love so he let it go and said they had to get married. It was the happiest day of her life.
That happiness quickly turned sour over the years as the fear that he was seeing other women grew greater. He had a cute nerdy face but that juicy ass. He didn’t believe her that he was a 10 but Mark was like that at times.
The wishes went good up until Mark fucked it up with her magic, now every time she used healing it caused her to make the disgusting sound.
Like it did in the muddy lake…but no one was around to hear it, not even Mark until he used the brain of his.
Now, she was stuck with a name that she didn’t mean to assign.
“I’m telling you! I have no idea how to fix it. Why did you agree to naming yourself that.”
“There was no agreement, I didn’t even see the pop up your describing to me. All I want is that cunt shit off my name.”
I was holding back tears now. What would daddy think of if he ever seen me like this.
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POV Mark
God this was getting us nowhere fast. The pop up was still there so I decided on dealing with that first.
Names have power, and I want to have power. That and no one would be like “Lookout, here come the slayer of dragons. The killer of evil…Mark!”
Maybe I should go with one of my old table top names. Something easy off the tongue, something dark but friendly.
Then it came to me, I softly spoke it and accepted.
Kim was starring up at the name above her head, or was before it disappeared. Apparently it only flashes out to everyone after being named.
She turned to Mark with soulless eyes until she caught sight of the name above him.
“Shadows reach!?” she busted out laughing.
“You wouldn’t get it, here in this kind of land I will be the normal one while everyone will think you were abused as a child.” That shut her up.
“Status!” Mark called out and a blue screen appeared
Name: Shadows reach (Mark)
STR- 5 DEX- 5 CON- 5 Health: 85/100
INT- 10 WIS- 10 CHA- 7 Mana: 100/100
Abilities: Anything is a skill
Disciplines: Aged old martial arts lv.1, telekinesis lv.1, illusion lv.1
Skills: Fall lv.l, Scream lv.1, pain resistance lv.1, swim lv.1, Taunt lv.1, telekinesis palm lv.1, Charm lv.1
Items: Bag of insane holding.
Followers: invisible servant
It really worked. Everything was looking nice so far, nothing he didn’t expect with his stats. He was so happy he almost forgot his servant.
On the thought of that, a pop up appeared.
What name would you like for your servant?
That was an easy one, “Alfred” he said with confidence.
With the name given, he had a sense of being able to summon his now butler.
“Alfred, clean the mud off me won’t you.”
A pop came out next to him and with in seconds there wasn’t a spec of dirt on Mark.
Kim seen the whole thing go down. “Alfred, clean this mud at once off from me!”
There was a long pause as the confidence on Kim’s face was slowly replaced with embracement.
“Alfred! Please..”
Mark didn’t want to hear he complain about this so he aske his servant to clean her up as well. He could feel a sense of loathing as the invisible butler took his time getting it down.
“Ok, the goddess said to go north, which way is north?” Mark asked as both were now clean.