Chapter 1 Part 1 Thomas

I rolled over letting my arm fall across my wife. Okay, I perved up a bit and let it rest on certain spots. I don’t know about anyone else, but after eleven years of marriage and two time-consuming children, life just seems to take you away from spending time with the ones we love.

I was an attorney. For better or worse I was a plaintiff’s attorney. In the state of Florida we have far less protections for employees. People have rents, they have mortgages, they have kids to feed, they have student debts, they have that vacation last year, they have the bar tab from seven nights a week- okay you get the point and our consumer society doesn’t provide a sufficient pitfall. Unemployment is a joke. It barely puts food on the table and will get most people kicked out of their homes if they don’t land properly.

Employers don’t care about these things. Many times direct managers don’t make the decisions or are protected and the little guy is screwed. I get hundreds of calls a month about people who were bullied or treated poorly at work. She yelled at me. He called me dumb. He fire me. All of its negative. The best I do for these persons is provide them with the advice that I would do what I can, but the best way to put money in your pocket is to find another job.

I don’t know how many times I have heard that “I have never been fired.” Is this supposed to make me feel sorry for them or make their claims and rants more believable? Maybe I am a little jaded – I know I should go into divorce law.

I snort loudly and my wife throws my arm away and flips away from me. I get a grunt and I realize that If she truly wakes up there will be hell to pay. No not really. My hell is when she just has that look or aura she exudes letting me know I screwed the pooch. There isn’t really anything worse than feeling guilty. Getting yelled at is frustrating, but it really just pissed me off. It doesn’t happen often and many times I find it funny or humorous- that doesn’t end well.

We have two wonderful kids. We knew we wanted kids and it took us quite a while to get them. We have been married for eleven years now and it took us nearly eight of those years to conceive. Modern society feeds girl’s hormone distortion bills from the age of sixteen-eighteen. This is the reason why fertility rates are dropping in America. This may seem like a good thing, but again we live in a society based on a house of cards. Our foundation is our kids and they are not being produced. An interesting statistic is that there will be three business for sale for every individual ready to buy one as we finally kick those baby boomers out of the market. Its all BS. I just want to cop a feel, read and relax with my family.

Hobo is our cat and he is nowhere to be found. This isn’t a good thing because I can hear him screeching in the kitchen. Has anyone seen that Dear Kitten video, I swear those are the funniest things I have ever seen in my life. Hobo is a cat we started feeding early in our marriage. Then we brought over my brother to live with us- bad idea. Fortunately, I am pretty sure that no matter how disastrous living with my little brother turned out to be- Hobo made it worth it.

Hobo was screaming out and it sounded like Junior crying. That sound a baby makes when he hurts himself or herself. It’s a high-pitched whaling like the world has ended and everyone needs to know it.

< Welcome to the new System, the Age of Humanity is Almost Over>

WTF?

< Please wait while the system is loading … >

I was terrified. I am not a 19-year-old commuter geek jerking off in my parent’s basement. I am a grown ass adult with a job, mortgage, wife, son, daughter and a Cat. Holy shit Yes!!!! Okay I did a little dance realizing that my loans were never being be repaid now. God Bless the Apocalypse!

That lasted all of five seconds until I remembered HOBO’s screeching and ran up to him to get him to stop. The kids were crying, but I decided that HOBO was probably the cause so I ran into the living room.

Falling over clothes or something lying in the hallway I rolled into the living room. There was a massive dog in the living room. It was massive. Standing up to my chest in height it was easily six feet long and probably weighed at least 300 pounds. It was a little on the pudgy side as well. Ducking back down behind the couch I looked around to see where hobo was hiding from the massive dog.

Peaking around the side a stared at it in fear. It was between me and the kids and

How the hell did it get in here?

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Chapter 1 Part 2

Breathing in and out I tried to calm down. This was it and my family might get wiped out by the freaking beast. I prayed silently mumbling the words to the lord’s prayer. There was no way that we were getting through this today without a miracle.

I sat there with my eyes closed blocking out the absurd screeching. Thinking about what I just saw, I realized that the dog looked like it was undergoing some kind of spasm or growth like a liken from a bad werewolf movie.

Maybe it was a zombie? Naahhh, this isn’t Hollywood. It almost looked like a massive version of Hobo. If that dumb cat kept screeching, then he was going to get eaten.

Thinking back to my time reading RPG like novels on those fanfiction sites I spoke out loud barely a whisper “Status”.

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Name: Thomas Mack

Age: 35

Level: 1

Class: None

Profession: None

HP: 40

MP: 100

Strength: 3

Vitality: 4

Agility: 3

Stamina: 3

Luck: 10

Spirit: 10

Attack:

Defense:

Equipment:

(Currently Naked)

Skills:

ACTVE

N/A

PASSIVE

N/A

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I snorted out loud as I realized that I was currently sitting in the buff in my hallway hiding from a deranged mutt.

I couldn’t help, but think about Sarah and the kids. This game is sick that we are playing. I don’t think I am prepared to fight dogs and zombies and shit. Shaking slightly, I start towards the door to our room.

Down on my knees I hear that Sarah opening the door to the bedroom. I am just out of the view of the living room as I stand and grab her pulling her down. It’s a little disconcerting that she didn’t even react very much to a crazy naked man tackling her to the ground. I notice that there is a box above her head stating .

Pulling myself up I put my hand over her mouth and slowly let out my breath. There is screeching, but no sound of movement from the living room.

She looked panicked now because of my aggressiveness. Let’s be honest here I am pushing 40 and this was getting awkward. Her tee-shirt barely reached her butt and I liked what was happening.

Ch. 1 Part 2 Sarah

His wrinkly sack hung over me and his now tubby body weighed me down. This harry Neanderthal might be out of an insurance commercial, but even in the dark I recognized my idiot husband.

My knee snaked up and slammed into him hard. This idiot was trying to get busy while that damn screeching and weird messages were appearing. He surprising didn’t roll off of me. I assumed he would start balling like usual. Instead, a weird message appeared:

< Critical Hit – 12 HP>

…

< New Skill Learned: Intimidation>

…

< New Skill learned: vasectomy>

Snorting out loud now this shit was just messing with me. When was I going to wake up already?

< You are the first to inspire his or her own Skill please select a reward from the following:

Random: Common-Divine ranked skill at whim of creator

Heal: because you like to abuse team members critically, you need to be able to save the ones you are just threatening and not intending to end. Common skill

Mana Shield: Creates a shield of mana for 20 seconds that can remain in place against attack depending on your spirit level. Uncommon Skill

This strange boxes wouldn’t go away the others seemed to disappear after my mind internalized their content. I need to get Thomas’s fat ass off me so I pulled my arm and pushed him away.

Looking at the floating boxes I tried hitting the random button and another box popped up scaring the crap out of me:

< are you sure? Yes or No>

Marking Yes my hand seemed to move of its own accord

What the hell is Enslavement!

WTF!

Above Thomas’s head I noticed a weird box: