Scourge Selected
You have gained access to the following abilities: Rage. This causes your character to temporarily ignore 75% of all damage, which will be applied in a lump sum after Rage expires, and increases all damage generated by 5%.
That’s cool. Even though all the damage will be applied, could still make a difference between whether I respawn a winner or a loser…. I do respawn, right ERIC?!
“That is correct, Mark. You do respawn. Although I will let you know that the amount of times you may respawn is determined by your deity, who you will get to know at a later date, I’m sure.”
Ok….ominous?
Just then, Mark heard a skittering sound behind him and his stomach dropped, not more of those fucking devil insects again! But then, from behind the rock came a… cat?!
Mark gasped! He fucking loved cats! They always helped him when he lived on the farm, eating the mice in his walls was always appreciated. Mark hated nothing more than trying to fall asleep at night to hear the tiny skittering of little paws and teeth gnawing at things behind the wall where he rest his head.
“Hey there little fella…you hungry?” Mark picked up a piece of dripping viscera from the slain creature… “Hey, ERIC, what is this thing I killed?”
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“It’s a Klebort, an ambush predator that is quite common in these parts. Thankfully, they are solitary.”
The tiny little cat looked like it was just skin and bones. It mewed at him as it pawed the ground, it’s eyes big as saucers as it eyed the gooey piece of meat in Mark’s hand.
“It’s alright little buddy, I won’t hurt you, come on over” Mark whispered assuringly.
The cat approached and tentatively took the meat from his hand and then ravenously crouched over it and began devouring it.
Companion unlocked. You have gained a feline companion. This companion has been given a name already: Comet the Communist. Would you like to change the name?
Mark chucked to himself. That was… interesting. I ain’t no commie but I am a fan of alliteration so lets keep it.
The cat looked at him, a spark of intelligence seeming to flash in its eyes.
“Well, lets get a move on you goddamn commie, this may be enough for you to eat, but I prefer my food…cooked.” Mark stated.
“Mark, before you leave this area might I recommend that you loot the corpse of the Klebort? Although it is a low level mob, anything will help you once you reach civilization.”
Mark went over to the corpse and laid his hand on it. Would you like to loot Level 1 Klebort? Mark thought yes and suddenly he was presented with a neat little box showing the Kleborts Loot.
Looked like he had obtained 2 level 1 pieces of insectoid meat, and 4 Klebort fangs. Neat.
He looked up and on the horizon is seemed that the smoke was turning from a light grey that he would associate with a cooking fire to something darker and more sinister…something that reminded him of his local fire departments training exercise where they would set a donated trailer on fire and practice putting it out.
“Come on ya fuckin communist, lets go!”
He started trotting off, knowing that whatever was happening, it was happening now.