I never really liked cats all that much, the way they walk around acting all self-important, like it’s a privilege that you get to watch them lick their ass while you’re just trying to enjoy your morning coffee.
My name is Lou, I’m your typical college student just trying to get by working a part-time job at a local cat-café next to campus called the ‘Lucky Cat.’ Ironic on two accounts considering I don’t actually like cats and I am about the unluckiest person you’ll ever meet. You see, I only took this job because my financial aid won’t cover my tuition. My parents won’t help because they don’t think being a video game programmer is a real career choice, maybe they’re right, I’m not very good at it. Then there is the fact that my rent is increasing next month and my roommate and her parent’s money is moving back to Japan for the summer… If my life were like my favorite Tabletop Roleplaying Game (TRPG), Crypts & Wyverns (C&W), I definitely would have just rolled a 1 in luck.
Role-playing games are about the only things that are keeping me from suffocating myself with a pillow at the moment. You see every night after I scoop those entitled little pricks litter boxes my boss lets me borrow the company computer, so I log onto Discord and play C&W with my TRPG buddies. I’m currently running a very voluptuous level 7 half-elf mage. What I wouldn’t give to be her; tall gorgeous, confident and powerful. Alas I am just a five-foot nothing average looking girl with all the self-confidence of a sponge and the only power I have is deciding if I want chicken or beef flavored instant Raman tonight. Who am I kidding, chicken… I always pick chicken.
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The next day on my way to work I noticed a black cat started following me. Is this one of the ones from the shop? Did he get out? Did I remember to lock up? “The boss is going to kill me if he finds out I let you escape.” I tried to coax the little beast toward me but with no luck, as soon as I walked toward him with my arms outreached, the little bastard shot down a side street. Oh well, just one more lecture I’ll have to endure. If I were my mage character, I could have just cast an ensnare spell and nabbed him right then and there, no problem.
My life would be so much easier if I could be a mage like my character. As soon as I had the thought my brain felt like it was on fire and a blood curdling screech penetrated every inch of my body--the next thing I knew everything faded to black.