“Foot in the door technique was invented by...whoever agh-”
-32 (138/170)
“-the theory behind the technique-”
-86 (214/320)
“-is to offer a small request to which-”
-48 (166/320)
“-The other will agree to and-”
-36 (102/170)
-66 -14 -14 (72/320)
*Awoo*
“-will then be more compliant when-”
-40 (62/170)
-82 (-10/320)
“-Being given a larger request”
Phew jesus that’s still pretty damned difficult, thought at least I didn’t say any skill names this time.
But not as difficult as running away from the pack that’s coming to kill me! (Just kidding, out running them is getting quite easy nowadays).
DIVE.
Phew, that’s only the twelfth dive of the day, which is hell of a lot!
My god this mind splitting business sucks!
Oh, right, I guess you’re completely and utterly confused as to what’s going on
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Right, let’s get a couple of things sorted.
Firstly, it’s Sunday morning now (last time we sort of fourth wall communicated it was midday Sunday...so it’s almost been a week), in RL.
Why such a large time skip? Well I’ll get to that in a bit.
As you may recall, I was going to be taught a bunch of cool new and mostly unique skills.
And deemed most important by the hellish fiend, I meant lovely person (She’s pure evil, truly) called Cindy, I began training for split mind.
Now, what kind of training would I have to do for that do you ask? Well simply put, lots of things, all at once.
That explains it pretty well actually...wow.
Anyways, so she started me off with splitting my mind in two.
Wait, I’ve misdirected you somewhat...I’m still on splitting my mind in two.
So basically, she told me that I need to fight while my mind is completely somewhere else...
Sounds retarded? Well it for sure feels retarded (seriously such a bizarre feeling).
My first day at this, mid Sunday RL, I spent it all of it failing apparently.
We had started with me fighting bunnies while trying to recite the times tables.
Apparently, I was still focusing on how to kill the bunnies according to Cindy.
I didn’t believe her so then she timed me how fast I could say the times tables from heart when only focusing on that...
8 minutes 42 seconds to do up to 10x10. Pretty damn good if I say so myself...
Then, she had me fight and do it again as if my life depended on it.
14 minutes and 8 seconds was what I got after killing bunny after bunny without stop (Cindy helped draw bunnies in annoyingly in a constant swarm of one or two at a time).
Thanks to that...I believe her now (aaaand suddenly I sucked at everything...well actually I already sucked).
That took up pretty much the entire day and in the night, hell got worse.
Hell got worse than maths and fighting? Are you sure Zach?
Yes, I’m completely sure.
She made me cook, but not normally, no... She made me cook not one dish but two and not simple ones either.
Never have I ever felt like I’m going to burn not only the house down, but myself, and the entire village in the process.
How you say? Well imagine it takes 2 minutes to cook both things, however you need to measure out the exact amount of oils and whatnot for both as well as pour them within seconds.
Repeat this 40ish times and I’m done.
I had calculated the amount of free time I was being given when I could stop for a breath...exactly one second….in total.
Anymore and I wouldn’t have time to measure both things out correctly and pour them in within time (Not that I did anyways, but let’s forget that for now).
That was round two of the split mind training...brutal and requiring me to be ambidextrous as well as being able to think two things at once.
It didn’t go well, no siree.
Though my cooking went up a level at least...so I guess a partial win.
Luckily, I got the next day off allowing me to sleep a whole eight hours, recovering enough to take on Monday.
School? Yeah, called in sick. Martha didn’t approve but Mickey, seeing the stress on my face helped collude and got Martha to finally approve (he himself went to school mind you).
Round 3 was thankfully, not happening yet.
I went back to arithmetic and bunnies, thankfully slightly easier than double cooking, slightly.
Though after a day of that, double cooking came back with completely new recipes (aaaaaaaaaaah).
Now you may be wondering what these recipes are? Well it was just quick frying, which had a retarded amount of instructions with nitpicky little instructions like half a clove of garlic before two tenths of crushed antler and a dab of oil 3 seconds later.
Literally impossible! It’s just not going to happen!
Seriously, too many things and I have to prep while cooking, oh now, there isn’t half a clover there; there aren’t any crushed antlers there. I need to do that myself.
Hell I went so mad on the second session trying to keep up that I actually levelled up Speedy to level 7, I levelled it up!
Now that wasn’t the only thing that happened, I got this:
After continually using your hands for multiple tasks at extremely rapid paces, you have derived from the skill Speedy the sub-skill: Fast hands
Sub-Skill: Fast Hands
Levels up with Speedy
When performing actions(non-combat) hands will move 35% faster
Passive
Insane! Though it really helped me a tiny little bit with just chucking everything into the pan measured completely wrong.
I had no time to measure and cook, so while tears flavoured my burnt meal, I had tried my best.
The second day had finished much like the first; complete and utter failure.
Though according to Cindy, I was doing just fine, so she ramped it up on day three.
Ramped it up you say, how?
Simple; I cooked through the whole night firstly (simply because there wasn’t much else to do). Then when morning came, she moved me onto stags.
I had to use my Power Throw skill while not breaking a monologue I had to learn for my next English lesson...
Results were disastrous.
Either I blurted out Power Throw in the middle of my speech or I simply ended up chucking my axe without the skill.
Both didn’t accomplish anything.
This lasted for the whole day, even through the whole night, thanks to Cindy’s aura of calm.
But oh no, she wasn’t finished there.
Once I had successfully (somehow) thrown my axe three times in a row within my entire English speech, all unbroken by words like Power Throw, she turned off her Aura of calm...
Yeah, she just did that...just got rid of it and literally left me to the wolves.
Guess what I had to do? Turn on my own aura of calm.
But it didn’t stop there, no she started throwing rabbits at me once I’d created my aura of calm.
I had to maintain my aura of calm, while fighting rabbits, while making sure the wolf that I somehow calmed does not attack me.
Even with 61 armour: which nulls over 90% of the rabbits’ attack...I almost died.
Seriously, how was I supposed to keep a calm mind and fight at the same time?
It didn’t happen very well, that’s what.
Now, I said that I almost died, but what I actually mean was that I was on the brink of death for the entire night and three quarters of the next day, due to eating poor quality frost grass and continuing to fight rabbits that came in a non-stop stream.
Within that luckily my aura of calm levelled up, helping ever so slightly.
Although Cindy did tell me she was on purpose keeping her aura of calm up just outside my own, allowing me to keep one rabbit calm while fighting the other and not worry about the rest.
But she told me this after I’d spent a night and day doing this, literally.
Ooh I almost broke my aura of calm then, almost.
The night of day four, double cooking was back, but with more shenanigans and random crap.
Looking back at it, all she did was split up the required amount into smaller amounts each time, giving me an exponential amount of tasks to do in a very limited time.
It was made to be impossible.
Though I had tried my best, literally drowning my frying elk in tears as I tried to cut quarter clove and one twentieth of an antler while crushing both and pouring them and half a dab of oil in one pan while two dabs of oil in the other pan, all within five seconds.
She even put the required amount of time I should need at most to do each task. Some of them were half a second even...very generous of her (Never felt like burning down someone’s house so strongly before this).
So Tuesday came to be RL but there was no break for me, only a small breakfast break (with so much peanut butter and chocolate toast) before back to hell.
Round 5 began with using all of my skills but Berzaurakers rage in combat while completing some biology homework.
Luckily there’s a little notepad system, so while I typed my biology report, I had to fight endless rabbits and speak the skills.
Fighting and typing were bad enough, but making sure that when I’m fighting I’m able to concentrate on using skills, that just turned out to let madness explode from my trials.
My report ended up being half gibberish with power strike, charge and hack placed in random areas here and there along with directions that I had told myself to dodge.
It took me three reports to successfully write a comprehensive one, and kill rabbits using all three skills without much failure.
Then cooking began again (I never ever want to cook again in the entirety of my being. It’s literally making me cry remembering this).
Once again cooking from hell began and for once I was able to successfully do 4 instructions in a row before falling behind and burning the meal.
This time was slightly different from the last ones as well: instead of increasing the quantity of instructions through prep work, random things like scream your name or juggle and catch your axe or even clap were added in.
Completely retarded yes, but oh my god...did it make it so much harder.
No longer did I just have to cook and prep, I also had to do random and retarded things which took up time with one, both or no hands while still continuing to cook.
On that time, I ended up axing myself in the face ( that HURT) burning myself multiple more times than usual, tripping, cutting myself with the knife more, getting crushed antler in my eye (like spice in your eye, but rougher texture and not nice at all!).
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I died...I actually died cooking that time.
I lost a level...I hope you all understand and realise that I died and lost a level...from cooking
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I still haven’t regained that level yet!
Did Cindy pity me for dying? No, she literally moved my bed to under my feet in the kitchen, so that if I were to die again I’d respawn straight into battle!
Thankfully, I only died another time within that night.
I was supposed to be gaining levels not losing them!!
Day 6 was slightly better...not.
It was midway through Tuesday now and I had had some physics work to hand in within a few hours, so guess what I was doing while using my battle skills against an elk?
That’s right, I was doing physics! Which is extremely hard when completely focusing on it normally!!!
But Cindy was not satiated, no she wanted more, she felt that it was too easy, too simple.
So while I had to do physics, guess what she had me do. C’mon, have a gander as to what conniving, pure evil thing she could do to totally screw my life over
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She had me recite the 10x10 table...while doing physics, and fighting.
Fighting is now instinctual she said, don’t need to think for that she said. Also 10x10 is instinctual, don’t need to be thinking much for that she said.
Physics, no idea she said, but I should be able to do it.
Instead, I ended up shouting the words of skills while thinking physics and writing parts of the 10x10 table...
Literally never been so confused in my life that when I looked at the physics paper, I thought it was completely correct at the time...
I sent that paper off...I had sent it off to get graded...I know video games are said to affect your academic life, I never thought of it happening in this way (WELL AT LEAST I KILLED THAT DAMNED ELK).
Night 6 was well, getting a little too insane for my own good (well I think I’d literally gone what people call ‘bat shit crazy’ by that time. But oh no I definitely got worse).
By this time, I’d completely forgotten my goal, all I could think about was surviving; that one sole focus which overruled everything else.
Double cooking, oh how I missed calling it that, became quadruple cooking
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Yeah...just when you think doing all the prep and cooking while doing random things for two simultaneous meals was insane...this happens.
Now, just so you know, almost none of my food went to waste.
How you ask? Well it’s because I ate it all.
I ended up eating a small strip of fried elk every 20 minutes, eating around 72-80 of them a day. Hell I ended up literally throwing freshly cooked meat into my mouth crying as I swallowed scalding meat simply because I had no time to let it cool and keep my satiety up to a liveable level.
Now that quadruple cooking had become a thing, I ended up munching on quite a bit less (finally having to eat some of my bread) due to burning almost three quarters of my meals.
I don’t even want to ask how much all the random condiments cost, but at least I know the elks are for free (Cindy and I hunted them thank god).
That’s the shimmering hope I’ve been given; not having to repay for so much free food.
However those thoughts were not even able to make it into my mind at that point, because I had quadruple cooking to do.
It was simply...something worse than hell if there is such a thing.
I had to prep for four completely differently sequenced instruction for the same recipe (finally figured that out) while still cooking them all and still doing random things like clap!
You know you’re doing it wrong when you clap your hand with a pan, recoiling from the pain and getting your unburnt arm burnt with hot oil before placing it back on the makeshift grill (yeah, she made it just for this) and jumping into the air with a knife cutting antler while crushing garlic in the other hand, then having to juggle my axe while pouring different amounts of oil and crushed garlic in all four while somehow still crushing antler with a mortar and pestle.
Sounds impossible right? Yeah, it was.
I only died three times somehow, only.
And I successfully cooked 18 dishes...out of 160
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At least my cooking had gone up a level! (Really did not care in the slightest).
Day 7, things just got worse.
It was Wednesday morning...and I hadn’t slept since Monday morning...that’s 6 in game days.
Was I shattered? No. I was completely and utterly obliterated. I was massacred from within, torn to psychological shreds and literally dead on all accounts except biologically.
But did Cindy care?
No, she cared literally zilch.
I knew deep down she had a reason, deep deep deep down. But that thought never surfaced.
As I mentioned before; the only thing that was on my mind, keeping me going was survival.
Long ago I had forgotten I could stop, I had forgotten I could just say no more.
My damned tunnel vision had royally screwed me over; I saw a task to do and I was doing it...to the bitter end.
Day 7 was once again worse, somehow by some bizarre means it had gotten worse.
Cindy made sure of that.
I began fighting wolves...while doing math homework.
Pretty horrible already, except she made me remember a list of instructions for tonight’s quadruple cooking, the list in a small notepad (Thankfully I could just copy paste from the real sheet to the window).
I don’t think Gerard will ever look at me like I’m a normal being again (though I suspect he thought I’d gone insane by day one)...Mostly because I ended up screaming things like: Two pinches of POWER THROW, three third derivative x cubed to HACK plus CHARGE three drops of oil
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Yeah, my math homework was...let’s say quite unique.
Even after the entire day of rewriting it, I still hadn’t completed it...and I had to have it graded by a little past midday.
Now you may be wondering a few things...like how am I sending it for grading and how I’m still able to take sick leave or how I know about my homework.
Well simply enough; Mickey’s telling me all the homework while I send it to him for print off and hand in with my name. As long as I do the homework alright, the teachers will let me off and even my tutor, seeing that I’ve done a good job will allow me to take the day off.
So far it had seemed to be working (Oddly enough, it was actually working, I did find this out later, muuuch later).
Back to my math homework...
I got back to quadruple cooking with a slight twist (yeah, not even surprised this time).
You know what the extra was? Not more random things, not more things to prep or cook...you probably actually guessed it right already: Math homework...
I think somewhere someone should televise and repeatedly state that math homework with cooking is a concoction so vile it’s the equivalent of being dunked into a bath of scalding water then ice then lava then the sun all the while feeling it and not dying.
I died...I died fourteen times during that session
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That put me about half way on level seven...half way.
In the span of an in-game week, I had literally gone BACKWARDS with my levelling, to the point where I’m actually extremely surprised I’m not level one at the present moment (this Sunday not the Wednesday that I’m recounting).
Oh, I did get something out of this, well two things:
Congratulations! Through repeatedly using both hands for completely different actions en masse, you have learnt to somewhat control both hands separately
Talent: Ambidextrous [Lvl 1]
Levels up through use and variety.
Ambidextrous people are renowned all across the world, simply for their ability to do two things at once or in the more common case, to be as good at one thing in one hand as the other.
Though only a few manage true ambidexterity; doing two things at once as well in one hand as it would do in the other.
Offhand penalties decrease by 10%
That was awesome even though it made me cry because it came up in the middle of the cooking session forcing me to close it with a hand holding a pan, flipping oil into my eyes, blinding me and sending the window into my face instead, smacking me onto the edge of the table cracking my skull...and dying.
Yeah, the ways in which I died were not limited. Though I learnt that apparently I can affect the windows and they can affect me, a strange bug indeed.
Though my brain was not functioning at this point.
I hadn’t slept for two RL days straight, while intensively playing for 6 game days.
I had gained the exhausted status and that really did not help.
Through physical exertion you have become Exhausted
STATUS: Exhausted
All physical actions slowed by half, all physical stats reduced by half
Through sleep deprivation you have become Fatigued
STATUS: Fatigued
Brain power cut by half, all mental stats reduced by half
Those windows had popped up, resulting in death’s 8 and 9...which I wasn’t too happy about.
However for some reason they did not affect me as I thought they would or maybe I was simply way too exhausted and fatigued (apparently they’re slightly different) to notice the change.
Then day 8 began.
Did Cindy notice those statuses on me? Probably...
Did she help? Definitely not...
What she did do though is tell me that I’m almost done.
Now understand, at this point, this thought of survival and finishing it because of tunnel vision/True Nordiness, this excites me and gives me hope beyond all belief.
Hell, I swear that I wasn’t even crying when I handed in somehow averagely completed math homework and set on doing the first of three Psychology essays due in soon.
Apparently, day 8 was usual in becoming more hellish, by becoming more unusual.
Cindy made it so by forcing me to swap hands fighting.
That did a complete 180 screw me over to my brain.
Did I die to the WOLF that she set me against immediately?
No, I killed it.
But did I survive the pack that came after it?
No, I got absolutely mullered.
But still I kept at it, fighting one wolf at a time making sure to crit and stun them then kill them before they could howl for buddies all the while writing one psychology essay while speaking out the other for a small device that I had found in my tools menu.
Apparently there’s a tools menu and it has a voice recording notepad...though I suspect Allie has something to do with it oddly enough...since she is some strangely advanced AI and I surely remember when she made the voice configurator for me.
Yeah, so back to dual doing psyche essays
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The worst thing about that, was because both are psyche, it was pretty much impossible to note whether what was written on either was wrong at a glance.
It required me to actually look and concentrate at it, while keeping the deadly freaking wolf in the corner of my eye.
Seriously, not a good situation.
I actually died the first time doing this too!
Death was becoming just normal for me, but Cindy didn’t stop, she actually increased the number of enemies by throwing in half a dozen rabbits while I fought the wolf, forcing me not to care for them for a little bit before I realised they could actually kill me with ease!
I had one way out of that...creating an aura of fear, but I was just too tired to try such a thing.
Instead, I finally ran out of poor frost grass and died when trying to find my medium quality stuff.
Thankfully I was allowed to grab some from the ground whenever I found them, but I had learnt from day two that Cindy would send things after me if I took more than a few seconds.
Night 8...ohh where do I begin.
Could it get worse? Oh definitely...
Though in all honesty it was probably not the worst change yet
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She made me switch the pans around while cooking them, keeping the same recipe instructions for the same pans as I switched them around.
But not only that, I had to begin flipping my meat along with the oil and ingredients, which firstly took up time and secondly was super dangerous.
Oh and I hadn’t finished my Psyche essays either...not one of the two.
I have still to this day zero idea how I didn’t die more than six times that night.
I just remembered pans flying everywhere along with scorching food while knives went chopping at an alarming pace, more often than not catching the tip of a finger as it tried to crush something else in a mortar and pestle, while typing letter by letter with darting tongue while speaking every time the tongue darts back in for the other essay.
I tried using one of my feet, and ended up dying from lack of balance and on the second try, I fell so far behind because I couldn’t zip here, there, freaking everywhere within a second.
So both feet had stayed relatively on the ground as I had cooked that night.
10 successful meals...10.
My satiety consumption was literally 100 pieces of bread a day (that’s a piece every 14 minutes...and remember I had to eat WHILE doing everything else...to which Cindy bought without a problem, stuffing my inventory with almost a thousand pieces.
I told her thank you a few moments before retelling this story, since at this point, I was having no thoughts in my mind.
So day 9 began and like all others, there was no rest between cooking and fighting and I had begun fighting wolves again, continuing the two psyche essays, which still were completely wrong.
Why were they wrong? Well because I didn’t have enough knowledge on the two.
So what did I do? What did Cindy tell me to do?
She told me that if I don’t know enough, read what I need while writing it down and do both at the same time (She doesn’t see the windows or get them at all, plus she has no idea about psyche, but she understands that I’m doing work of some kind, which to her pleasure makes things easier on her.
BUT NOT ON ME.
Tell me, have you ever tried to read from two books before? Now have you ever tried to then copy information from said books onto notepad, one through hand, other through speech, while fighting a wolf, making sure to kill it before it calls its pack as well as keeping an eye on my health and the rabbits that could assuredly kill me?
No? Well you haven’t experienced true hell then.
That was the point when I could feel my already overheating and overclocked brain (remember third day RL without sleeping) going overthelimit.
Though, I had somehow managed to struggle it back to just under the limit and continued to fight and successfully die three times in the span of one day.
That had put me a quarter left of level 5...yes I was literally racing my way to level one it seemed...
Night 9 was the limit; it was the point where everything broke down;
The body started to fail, the mind started to collapse, all ended up breaking down like a rusted machine.
Was that enough for Cindy to let me sleep? WAS IT ENOUGH?
No, it was nowhere NEAR enough to let me sleep.
So she did something, she actually told me, just one more night.
You know how at the end of a race or something, somehow, miraculously out of thin air, that person can summon up some strange sort of power, some bizarre godly strength to get them through to the end
Well that happened
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I don’t know what it is!?! All I knew was that I had one last night to cook and then I was done, it was over.
By this point I had completely forgotten the point! All I wanted was to finish it, whatever it was.
Though Cindy...is pure evil and I’ll let you think why...
So as per usual, the unusual addition came to fruition as I ended up continuing to read both psyche essays, correcting them as well as reading more information from the books (it was very, very slow going) as well as the usual kitchen shenanigans.
Yeah...I’m not even going to tell you my death count
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Actually you know what, I will.
I died 16 times...16
That was literally such an insane amount!
How did it happen all in one night? Well there’s the trick...it didn’t...
You’ll figure it out in a moment
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So Cindy told me that as a last condition, I had to cook 12 pieces of meat correctly, in a row.
Now that meant doing all four correctly, three times over...Completely and utterly impossible...But I didn’t think that for all I could manage to think of apart from all the other shenaniganical work was that if I did 12 correctly in a row I’d be done...forever (I assumed, I do that sometimes when I’m put through hell).
Now you can assume correctly that no matter how hard I tried, no matter how well I performed, I simply could not do it.
So inevitably, more and more meat was added, more and more tries were given and Cindy even had to massacre a bunch of elks, literally skinning them in front of me and handing me the raw chunks to cook on the spot.
This continued in one long, unending cycle of which I was thinking of only cooking 12 successful pieces in a row.
I had felt scared, terrified, mortified even of each piece of meat and that each failed piece meant all that work destroyed.
Before I knew it, I had begun shaking; quivering due to the simple terror of having to do more work.
Now Cindy did something, which she had been doing the minute I had walked into night 9 cooking; she stayed with me all night, only leaving in the cover of darkness to get more elks.
But NEVER, never did I EVER assume that she actually left to get more elks only in night time.
Do you understand?! SHE KEPT ME THERE FOR DAYS! DAYS!
She had covered the windows anticipating this, making sure she only opened the door and all possible light, at night, making me believe it was still that very night.
And believed it I DID! I HAD SPEND THREE DAYS AND THREE NIGHTS COOKING ONLY SHEER WILLPOWER AND PURE TERROR DRIVING ME ON AS WELL AS EVERY SUCESSFUL PIECE OF MEAT TO KEEP ME GOING!
I HAD NOT FINISHED MY PSYCHE ESSAYS YET FOR I WAS SUPER SLOW READING WHILE TRYING TO GET EVERYTHING RIGHT. I HAD NOT COOKED 12 STRIPS OF ELK MEAT SUCCESSFULLY IN A ROW. AND I HAD NOT STAYED INDOORS FOR ONLY A SINGLE NIGHT, BUT WAS ACTUALLY ON THE END OF MY FOURTH NIGHT. WHEN FINALLY SHE CAME BACK AND I WAS HAPPY TO SEE HER, NOT KNOWING WHAT SHE PULLED ON ME.
I WAS HAPPY THAT SHE WAS HERE AND HELPING ME ALONG BY CUTTING UP THE RAW ELK MEAT, I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN SHE TOLD ME I’D DONE ENOUGH AND COULD GO FOR THE NIGHT THAT I LITERALLY JUMPED INTO THE AIR BEFORE TRYING TO LOG OFF...BUT SHE WAS NOT DONE WITH ME YET!
SHE HAD TOLD ME THERE WAS ONE LAST THING TO DO, ONE LAST THING:
TO FINALLY USE MY BERZAURAKER’S RAGE AS WELL AS ALL MY SKILLS WHILE FIGHTING A WOLF AND COMPLETING BOTH MY ESSAYS
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IT TOOK ME THE ENTIRE DAY, FROM SUNSET TO SUNDOWN BUT I DID IT, I DID IT!!!!
I WAS DONE, IT WAS OVER! I HAD FINISHED EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMNED THING.
SO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID? YOU KNOW WHAT I DID?
I LOGGED OFF DAMN RIGHT. I LOGGED OFF SO HARD, I LOGGED OFF THE REAL WORLD FOR AN ENTIRE TWO DAYS!
MARTHA THOUGHT I WAS DEAD, MICKEY APPARENTLY JUST LAUGHED, HELL EVEN MISSY CAME ALONG TO CHECK ON ME BECAUSE I SLEPT LIKE A MAN WHO HADN’T SLEPT FOR LITERALLY JUST OVER 100 HOURS.
I COULD’VE DIED!!! WAHT KIND OF GAME SYSTEM ALLOWS THIER PLAYERS TO LITERALLY CONTINUE PLAYING TILL THEY LITERALLY DIE IN REAL LIFE!?!?
WELL APPARENTLY THIS GAME AND DO I REGRET IT? DO I REGRET IT?!
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NO WAY IN HELL. IT WAS SUCH A GREAT EXPERIENCE THAT MY MIND LITERALLY TURNED TO MUSH IN GAME CAUSING ME TO DIE WHEN I LOGGED OFF. IT WAS SO AWESOME THAT AFTER TWO DAYS OF WHOLE SLEEP, I STILL REMEMBERED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF IT. IT WAS SO BRILLANTLY BRUTAL THAT IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO DO IT AGAIN...I WOULD RUN TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GOD DAMNED WORLD, BECAUSE I WENT THROUGH HELL AND I ONLY EVER WANT TO GO THROUGH THAT ONCE, ONLY ONCE!!!!!!!!!!
Phew
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Now that I’ve finally ranted my heart out, you may notice that we finally reached the present day...and you probably also noticed that I went back into the game world almost straight after waking up...(after eating six days worth of food and drink...yeah, I hadn’t eaten in real life for almost six days...literal verge of dehydration too...seriously no safety systems on VR or something?? Not that I honestly minded thaaat much, since it has helped me in the long run).
And so we are in the present time, when I’ve finally killed a wolf, finished my third psyche essay and just dived into the village for the 222nd time, what a glorious number.
I’d simply killed that wolf to get my brain working again, because I had over 99*notifications (yeah, the * means it’s over 99, so for all I know it’s 1000 notifications, oh lord) that I had to see and still half-dead wasn’t going to cut it.
*Gulp*
Are you ready to see with me what all this nonsense is?