Hands stretched out across, a young boy's arms tremble as they attempted to lift his body up from the clumpy muddy ground. His body fell crashing into the bug-ridden soil.
"Where the hell am I?" he muttered to himself.
'The last thing I remember was... Ahh being hit by a car, but where am I now, what is this place and...'
"WHY CAN'T I GET UP!"
During the young boy's frustration about his inability to do the most simple thing, he could imagine, standing up, a whip of air slashed down like the tip of a tornado onto his frail back.
"AHHH!" his face quickly went from frowning and scrunched up like a student's failed essay into a broken man who just saw his wife cheating on him.
"What the hell was that... OWW fuck that hurt!"
He flipped his body round thanks to the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins. Only to find a letter cased in gold lining with a red stamp on it quoting 'SYSTEM certified delivery; The best mail service in the universe.'
Shocked by the sudden 'post from the sky' the young boy scrambled towards it, assuming it was going to give him some answers, he tore open the top slip.
But in his extreme impatience incurred the wrath which every human despairs of... the PAPER CUT.
Blood started shooting out of the tip of his finger, and a single tear drooped from his left eye.
'Rest in peace my little friend, but I must fight on to find out where the hell I am.'
He stared at his delicate, petite finger taking a moment's silence at his inability to use it for the next couple of hours or, in the worst of nightmares, possibly days.
After honouring his finger, he proceeded to open up the letter CAREFULLY.
"To Mr Iverson
I'm sorry to inform you that you passed away.
Don't worry though you're in safe hands, apart from the fact that we transported your new body to wrong place which is home to many foul and hungry beast which would happily eat your calcium-rich bones."
To black hole-like bags were starting to form under each of his eyes which began glazing over and his breath quickened.
"But like I said don't worry, the SYSTEM has your back, so for our misdeeds, we have gifted you some extra points to put into your stats."
"What do you mean points! tell me where I am!"
"Now you may be thinking 'what do you mean points?' Well, you see in the world you are in the system has allowed all the races access to
improve their innate abilities."
"Oh No, My family god what must they be going through, why couldn't I just follow the green cross code!"
"Now everyone starts with innate abilities, be it magic or racial traits and the like..."
"WAIT! Magic! Oh, my bloody god. You know what I'm sure my family doing fine, they'll get some money from my life insurance."
"So to access your STATUS think to yourself status. It's quite simple really. So now you know what you need to do to make yourself stronger I'll leave the rest to you."
Good luck,
SYSTEM Administrator #02384
"Hold up a second; I have no clue where I am or what to do: how to survive, cook, fight or have any underlying survival abilities!"
The boy's eyebrow's furrowed making deeps wrinkles into his forehead and his lips pursed together looking scarily similar to a cats arse.
'Guess I'll take a look at the status.'
*Welcome to your STATUS screen*
*It seems to be your first time using STATUS, so I'll tell what to do; Everone has the stats:
Strength
Dexterity
Constitution
Intelligence and
Charisma
But some races have specific traits, and unique people have magic abilities such as
Earth
Water
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Fire
And so on
Because you are incredibly unique as you have been pulled from another world, you get to choose your magic traits. *
Status:
Name: Michael Iverson
Age: 12
HP: 100
MP: 100
Race: Human
Points Available: 50
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution : 10
Intelligence: 10
Charisma: 10
Magic: undetermined
'Hmm, what does Dexterity do?'
*Beep*
*Dexterity determines your ability to move, your speed and agility and overall skillfulness.*
'Ok, then what about intelligence?'
*Beep*
*Intelligence determines your ability to store, hold and access the information you have learnt as well as the amount of mana you have*
'What about magic then?'
*beep*
*Your ability in magic varies from type of to type of magic; You might be able to use fire magic with fire magic being at a score of 30, but you might also be able to use lightning magic with a score of 10*
'So how can I choose my magic?'
*You don't get to choose! you are given a magic type randomly by the SYSTEM by selecting the magic option*
'That a bit unfair considering you dropped me in the middle of fucking nowhere!'
*Lifes unfair get over it*
Veins started enflaming underneath Michael's skin. A mixture of blue and green lines webbed outwards from his eyes.
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
'I think I'm going insane.'
"Choose Magic"
*Beep*
*RANDOMISING ZZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZX*
*Magic chosen: Earth*
'Magic chosen my ass, the only thing I chose was... well nothing.'
*Beep*
*You chose not to follow the green cross code*
'Well, I guess Earth is OK I can manage it.'
Status:
Name: Michael Iverson
Age: 12
HP: 100
MP: 100
Race: Human
Points Available: 50
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution : 10
Intelligence: 10
Charisma: 10
Earth: 50
'Oh wow I get 50 earth points, why's that... what's the catch?'
*You get 50 because you are UNIQUE*
'Erm, I'll take that I guess.'
'So considering my options if I want to survive I should put some points into constitution and dexterity so I can run away from things. I'll also put some into intelligence, so I get more mana to use my magic, I think that how it works anyway.'
Status:
Name: Michael Iverson
Age: 12
HP: 300
MP: 300
Race: Human
Points Available: 50
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution : 30
Intelligence: 30
Charisma: 10
Earth: 50
'Ok, that looks good.'
*Beep*
*Now that you have completed the status page you don't need me anymore*
*Good-Bye*
"Wait NO! How do I use magic! Don't leave me yet."
'God damn it, no System damn it.'
Michael started darting his eyes around the forest, colourful flowers and thick trees bedazzled his eyes, and he almost caught being mesmerised until he snapped out the illusion that he was safe.
'They said that it was a dangerous forest, so I better learn how to use my magic and quick.'
Michael sat down cross-legged, He started breathing deeply into his stomach, which expanded in and out, his body was shaking, and his eyelids were flittering.
"Ahhhhhhhhh come on!"
"AH ah AH ah ah AH."
'I'm going to shit myself at this rate.'
After a couple more shouts and attempts Michael finally gave up at magic.
"If I can't wield magic, then I might as well search for a way out of the forest, or at least find a water source."
*Swshhh*
A large cylinder like creature flew out of one the nearby shrubbery baring it's two 6 inch fangs at Michael's right shoulder.
Hearing the breaking of twigs behind him, Michael glanced back only to find the head of a cyclopse snake shooting towards him showing off its fangs.
Thanks to him twisting his body quickly the snake only dug one fang into his right bicep and ripped through it.
"Ahhhhhh fuck!"
Michael screamed in anguish as blood oozed out of his shredded arm, staining the dirt under his feet.
The snake was already on course to attack him again, coiling into a loaded spring position, it whipped its massive body, which was as broad a runner rug, towards Michael.
But this time he was ready, ready to run that is.
With his right arm hanging on by a thread of skin and muscle, he jetted away from his predator, who was viciously flicking its tongue around the air.
He violently pushed his legs forward, forgetting the pain of his, as adrenaline pushed his body through thickets of bushes and branches scaring his body with markings of lashes.
His eyes slowly started going black, and he realised that he was losing too much blood from the wound on his arm, he turned back to only to his dismay to find the snake closing up the gap between them.
Adrenaline wearing off his breath started going raggedly, and his legs gave up on him.
Collapsing to the ground, his back against the mud, staring towards the sky thinking of his previous life, his parents, his sister and his friends.
He smiled, not a smile of happiness but one of pain.
attempting to think of better things, Michael cried under his breath
"Man, I was running fast then, at least three times faster than when I was on earth."
He started crying then stopped coughed up some blood and tears once again drew lines across his skeletal face.
All the while the Cyclopse snake was slithering towards him, bending and twisting its green and amber body towards his newly caught prey.
A pool of dark red blood had already formed around Michael's exhausted body before the snake had reached him.
He squirmed around in it like a helpless child, knowing what was to come he began punching the ground with his left hand in anger.
The Snake was now towering over him, inspecting Michael with its single beady eye, toying with its prey.
Wagging its tail, the snake joyfully pounced onto the nearly torn off arm and finished its previous endeavour by devouring it whole.
The corners of his mouth ripped slightly from his agonised screams.
He felt helpless, angry, but most of all vengeful.
Rage overcame his helplessness as he attempted to punch the hide which wrapped around the beastly snake, but it was to no avail, struggled as Michael did he was not strong enough to even distract the snake from its delicious meal.
Again and again, he attempted to attack the snake, Punch after punch, slap after slap, the most damage he was able to inflict was a slight red mark, but it was enough to piss the snake off to point where it was about lunge at his construed face.
The beast hissed as he darted his two fangs at Michael's head.
Michael screamed as he threw his fist with the last of his might towards the snakes foul head.
As he threw the punch a thick log of stone erupted from the ground and followed through with his fist.The snake's colossal head met the pillar of stone.
*crush*
The snakes two large fangs were crushed into powder, and its skull was deformed and moulded into what people would see in an abstract art gallery.
The pillar didn't stop there though; it carried on ploughing the snake through multiple trees, clearing out a path until it finally was crushed between the stone pillar and a gargantuan tree.
It's body turned into a bloody pulp; it transformed into something unrecognisable. A pile guts and muscle construed across a beautiful dark brown tree.
Michael looked up and thought that in some way it looked quite beautiful, only to black out from blood loss.