He felt as if a train slammed into his mind at full speed. He groaned in agony as he clutched his temple, desperately trying to soothe the pain by rubbing them. He drew in multiple deep breathes as he tossed and turned.
The pain gradually faded from an all-consuming migraine to a heavy ache in his mind. He staggered to his feet and blinked heavily as he tried to adjust to the light searing his retinas. He started to look around and noticed that he was in an alley, he didn't know why he was in an alley or why everything seemed slightly taller, he just chalked it up to him being either hungover or high, not that he remembered taking drugs or drinking beer or anything.
He noticed that he wasn't wearing the same clothes he usually used. He mostly wore shorts, t-shirts, jackets, and sneakers. But here he was wearing long pants, a long shirt, a hoodie, and boots. All of which looked to be in pretty bad condition, the pants looked to be pretty thin in some place, the shirt had a missing sleeve and a couple holes, the jacket was perfectly serviceable, if a bit dirty, and the boots were caked in grime.
He frowned at his clothing, trying to make a reason about how and why he has these different garments, and if he woke up here because he got robbed why would they replace them? Also, where was he, why was he in an alley, hell, what happened to him that he couldn't even remember what he was doing before all of this? Why couldn't he even remember his name, his house, his friends? He couldn't remember anything, and if he tried to remember or scrounge up some detail, a headache assaulted his brain.
He shook his head, deciding to put those question into the back of his head. He walked out into the light, noting the sheer amount of LEDs, or at least the amount he could see looking out the alley-way. He let out an involuntary gasp as he stared in awe. The buildings in the distance were massive, glistening with neon lights, advertisements, and with several moving lights tracing patterns on the sides.
He gazed at the sight, doing his best to commit to memory, he eventually tore his eyes from the skyscrapers and looked around. The first thing he noticed was the disrepair of the area, the buildings had cracks and small holes that suspiciously looked like bullet holes, the roads and sidewalks weren't any better, with several potholes and craters.
He saw a buildings with relatively clean and intact glass and wanted to use this opportunity to check himself over. He walked over to it and examined his reflection in it.
He was shocked, his hair was black, not brown, his face was thinner, more feminine, with no facial hair, much to his annoyance, sure, at most he had what could generously be called a beard, more like a bit of stubble, but he was proud of that bit of stubble! He sighed and went back to looking, his eyes were formerly a light amber, now, his eyes were a dark shade of amethyst, or at least, one was. The other was nothing more than an empty eyesocket staring into the depths of his soul.
Didn't exactly help that his hair, yeah, it was far longer than what he was used to, it hanging down to his shoulder blades, he was a lot shorter then he remembered from 6'2 to 5'5. He looked down and saw that his chest bulged out slightly.
He stared uncomprehending, he hesitantly pulled down the zipper of his jacket, and when he did, he saw a thin ballistic vest. He ignored that in favor of taking off the vest and staring at the two globes of flesh on his chest.
His mind blue-screened, he opened his mouth to scream, but what came out was a hoarse, but more importantly, feminine cry. He gazed in horror at his body as he tried to put the vest back on as quick as possible and zipped the hoodie back up. He simply sat down and cradled his, no, her head in her hands.
"what the fuck," she whispered, "what the fuck is going on with my life?" She whispered again, desperately trying to comprehend what's occurring. She didn't know how long she sat there, a second, a minute, a hour? She didn't know, all she knew is that he is now a she, with amnesia and no knowledge of how or why she's here.
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She knew that eventually, she'll have to get up, have to get up and face the world. She can not just sit there and be depressed or mope around, she has to do something, anything. Thus she took a deep breath, stood up, and firmed her will.
And then a bright panel shimmered into existence right in front of her face.
"GAH!" She yelled, tripping over her own feet as she attempted to back away in surprise, with a thud she fell flat on her ass. Gazing at the words on the panel.
Congratulations
You Have Completed The Necessary Requirements To Unlock The System
You Have Received
Least Weapon Box
Least Armor Box
Least Supply Box
Least Skill Box
We Hope You Have A Wonderful Experience
Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the panel. System? Necessary requirements? What the fuck?
She took several shaky breaths and poked the panel/box. It suddenly showed something else. What looked like a status screen. At least, she recognized it as one.
Name: None Race: Human Class: None
Level: 1
Exp: 0/100
Health: 67/67
Mana: 60/60
Stamina: 80/80
Attributes Skills Equipment Quests Mailbox
She hesitantly tapped on the attributes button.
Strength: 9 Endurance: 11 Agility: 13 Dexterity: 13 Intelligence: 14 Wisdom: 16 Luck: 5
What does this even mean? She understood strength, agility, dexterity, and endurance. But intelligence, wisdom, and luck? How do you even calculate that?
She licked her dry lips and carefully asked, "Can I get an explanation...please?"
She waited a moment, but nothing happened, she was about to sigh before a ding startled her
Most Certainly
"GAH!" A second time in this day she got startled by blue panels flashing in her face.
Strength represents strength, it aids in feats of strength, such as lifting and carrying heavy objects
Endurance represents toughness, it aids in feats of endurance, such as carrying heavy objects for long periods of time
Agility represents speed, it aids in feats of agility, such as carrying objects to it destination quicker
Dexterity represents precision, it aids in feats of dexterity, such as trying to thread a needle
Intelligence represents smarts, it aids in feats of intelligence, such as trying to solve a puzzle
Wisdom represents common sense, it aids in feats of wisdom, such as trying to figure out the most effective course of action to take
Luck represents luck, it aids in feats of luck, such as trying to win a lottery
"Uh, thanks, I guess? But you do know you use the same phrases way too much, right?"
The system didn't respond.
She sighed as she read to message over.
She mulled over what she had been told, before ultimately shrugging and closing the window. Again, she sighed as she realized that her life, was now life a game. She closed her eyes to think and realized,
'Wait, didn't the system say something about boxes?'
She hastily opened the panel by mentally saying it, and tapped on the mailbox option.
Mailbox (4 Items Unclaimed) Least Weapon Box Least Armor Box Least Supply Box Least Skill Box
She quickly opened them up and received, a gun, gloves, ammo for the gun, and a book.
She smiled and prepared to put them on. When a series of growls echoed behind her, along with the scent of rotting flesh wafting into her nose.