Translation Gamer to English: Lvl: level, Char: charisma, End: endurance, Dex: dexterity, Con: constitution, Str: strength, Int: intellect, Xp: experience points.

  Everything clicked in to place as I saw the blue text. That was no dream, which means that was the intro to the game. The game, I’m now living in. I’m not dead! My bed is itchy because it’s not my bed, wait its itchy I took a moment to marvel at the tactile reality of the game it really truly felt it was real in every detail. I scratched my head and felt no hair… why am I bald! Why am I here?Shouldn’t I be in character creation? I looked down at my hands, and that’s when I started to panic…

  IM GREEEN! Why am I fucking green! This went on for quite a while. Ok I half to calm down, there must have been a glitch if I can just contact support they will half to let me re-roll a character to a human or Terran whatever it is they have here. Breath in breath out breath in breath out everything will be ok. I just need to figure out how to contact support.

  This unfortunately was something I had no idea how to do. I tried to check the edges of my vision nothing there, I said “support” nothing “help” nothing “settings” nothing starting to lose hope, in hopes of at least seeing what I look like I say “character sheet?” finally something happened and before my eyes my character sheet came in to being in that familiar blue text and of Corse there is no image just my luck, damn it.

Name: Dubok

Clan: Devourer

Race: Dworc

LVL:1

Attributes:

Char: 0

End: 5

Dex: 8

Con: 10

Str: 15

Int: 1 - (warning intellect under 5 prohibits you from speaking any language coherently)

Class: your actions define you. Your class shall be based off your actions and choices and assigned at level 10.

Traits:

(Blood of the ancients) – Blood of the ancients runs through your veins, how this will affect you only time will tell.

(Gift of tongue’s) – Many creatures in this world speak with a tongue, you have an innate understanding of all languages spoken with a tongue. (Warning this trait requires a minimum of 15 int to take effect).

Skills:

(Blood fire) - For you who have no mana or matches, but need a flame.

Xp: 0 - 100

Unallocated attributes: 7

  You have got to be kidding me… I’m half orc, half dwarf… I’m fucking short green, balled and ugly! With no mirror or way to see myself, I commenced to feel my face and head, I was indeed completely bald not even a slight stubble. Sigh I bet in the right light it will shine. Next I felt my ears they were pointy but flappier than I expected more what I imagine, a goblin ears would be like. I felt my chin or tried two I seemed to have a long and full goatee with a few coper bands running down it. Wait orcs have tusks in a panic I reached for my mouth. I promptly cut myself on my tusks. I wanted to face palm but thought better of it.

  I sat there for a moment furiously glaring at my hand, and suddenly a small flame appeared in the center of the blood. With this small miracle came a draining pain, as if it was slowly sucking the life out of me. Which as I thought back, is exactly what it was doing! Now that I was thinking of my character sheet again I began to fume and pace around the tent what’s with the fucked-up stats a 0 in charisma! A 1 in intellect! I’m so dumb and unlikable, I’m surprised I haven’t shit myself or fallen over dead.

  A thought dawned on me, I have under 5 int. That means I won’t be able to speak to any one! I brought my int up to 5. 15 int was beyond my reach, as much as I’d like the gift of tongues to be active. That would half to wait, I dumped the remaining points in to charisma. Having 3 points in charisma is an abysmal stat, but it is better than 0. Feeling over whelmed I leaned back to try and think, of anything helpful I could remember… I wish I had a smoke… face palm, ouch I cursed myself for forgetting to check for an inventory, but more for forgetting I had sharp tusks.

  I said. “Inventory” 6 semi opaque boxes appeared before of me. All were empty save for one and that one contained my, never ending bag of smoke. A smile spread across my face I excitedly pulled it out and rolled a smoke and looked for a lighter… I sighed, bit the tip of a finger and concentrated in frustration, the familiar draining feeling returned. A small flame popped in to being on the tip of my finger, I lit my smoke took a drag, I sighed mmm that’s good… I relaxed and tried to think of a way out of this situation I didn’t want to be small and green, I froze small and green I shoved my hand down my pants. O thank god it’s all there, I started laughing at myself I’m short ugly and green it docent matter if that’s big or small there’s no way I’m ever getting laid with this body.

  After a lot of thought and many cigarettes, I had come up with absolutely no way to change my character or contact support. As pissed off as I was, there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. Giving that I had hit a brick wall so to say, I began to look around the tent In hopes of finding some gear. Or something useful, I had started with almost nothing. I have my, never ending bag of smoke, a pair of ratty old pants that look like they may fall apart. They are being held up with what appeared to be suspenders made of rags… The tent was pretty empty besides myself, there was the straw bed. That I started on and a ratty old cloak that was being used as a blanket and nothing ells. I put on the cloak. I felt I had done everything I could in here. It was about time I check out this starting aria, that’s when the screaming started.

  The first screams were that of people waking to the deaths of their loved ones, full of pain and rage. I peeked through the tent in hopes of see what was going on, that’s when the orc’s struck back. Orc worriers roared there war cries, berserkers let out bestial roars as their muscles flexed and rippled. To my surprise I saw children fighting alongside their mothers and fathers, the camp had been challenged and every orc that could stand and bear arms was there and raging. The orcs charged and raged with reckless abandon and for one beautiful moment I thought they might just win.

  Looking around I noticed that the first wave the assassins rogues or whatever you want to call them, would collapse the tents after visiting and dispatching the residents. I promptly collapsed the tent around me. I shuffled to a position where I could kind of see what was happening. That’s when everything went to shit a heavily armored phalanx formation marched its way it to my range of vision. The orc’s let out mighty roars and charged in a wave of muscle, steal and rage. The wave of orc’s smashed in to the phalanx, but the phalanx held. In what felt like no time at all the orc’s numbers thinned as the weak, the young and the old began to die.

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  Soon only mighty warriors a few raging berserkers and a massive orc remained. I imagen he is the chef but have no way of knowing for sure. He stood a full foot taller than the orcs around him, he had dawned thick armor made of plated wood. On his head he had some kind of shell, it reminded me of a turtle but a little off. What really drew my eye were his twin axes, he was wielding. The blades were made of the sholder blades of some massive beast, the hafts were what appeared to giant shin bones, and runes covered the blades and hafts of both weapons glowing a sickly green. With each mighty blow from his axes, steal and flesh alike melted and hissed as if exposed to a corrosive acid. He roared and pushed forward in a blind rage slaying foes left and right with abandon. He chopped, slashed and hacked his way to the middle of the formation bellowing his victory.

  His victory was short lived, as soon as he reached the middle the opponents directly around him dropped their weapons and grabbed, him baring him to the ground. As if on que the phalanx broke apart charging the remaining orcs and likewise holding them down. The orc’s raged and fought to be free. Men in dark robes with hands glowing an ethereal blue ran up to each orc touching their head, as each orc was touched his roars would fade away. The subdued orc’s where dragged away and all was silent, but for their footsteps fading in to the distance.

  I lay, sill and as quiet as could be my heart pounding, this is all too real. The blood, the screams, their expressions of rage and pain. The swards and ax’s rending flesh and loping of limbs, the smell as they voided their bowels upon death, it was all too much. This can’t be real this can’t be happening, in the throes of denial I stuck my head in the sand, figuratively and literally and promptly passed out.

  I awoke with a start, light began to shine through the tent material, sand pushed in to my face. I blinked in confusion not fully registering where I was, or why I wasn’t in my bed. It all hit me like a rock to the face, the carnage last night, the screams the gore. I shuddered and reflexively held my breath to avoid the smell of rotting corpses, but there was no smell… in confusion I struggled and squirmed my way out from under the collapsed tent.

  I looked around in confusion, all the corpses were gone. Not only that but many of the tents had already starting to decompose, returning to the natural landscape of the plains. I noticed that this seemed to be starting at the outer edge of the camp and working its way in towards the middle. Hmm game mechanics I guess, happy to not half to deal with the corpses or any mess I heard my stomach let loose a loud growl. Sigh I guess even here, I need to eat. I made my way towards the center, of what was the Devourer clan camp sight.

  My hope of finding food, a weapon or clothing that didn’t consist of rags, was dampened as I got closer to the center. Everything seemed to be destroyed, smoke still rose from what was left of what appeared to be a portable forge. Near the forge was what was a cooking fire, right next to this fire was a massive cooking pot it had many dents and a large crack, something smelled good over there.

  I went to investigate hopes high, in the bottom of the pot I found what appeared to be a burnt stew. I climbed in to the pot desperately hungry for the stew, hoping the liquid in it would quench my thirst as well. The stew was cold but amazing, thick meaty and juicy. After I finished stuffing my face and licking clean the pot. I began to hunt around for any items, which may help me survive. I was under no illusions that being level one with no items, no starting aria and no idea where to go from here... I’m pretty fucked to say the least.

  As I poked around and found, noting of use to my ever growing frustration. The last tent in the center of the camp was the largest. I left it for last thinking that bigger meant the chief, and that maybe just maybe there would be something there I could use. To my gate elation I found a few intact items, a pair of pants, a sowing needle, a carving knife but best of all I found a book. I imminently sat down to see what the book was about, hoping for some lore or anything about where I am. The first page had a schematic of sorts, as I studied it the page slowly made more and more sense. It was a design for a bone dagger, as soon as I understood the schematic, blue text appeared.

Skill gained.

Creative crafting: you have a natural understanding of the crafting arts. + 50% chance to successfully craft an item when using unorthodox materials.

Example: replace metal in schematic for bone, stone, wood.

  I blinked in aw, this wasn’t just a book it was a skill book! I eagerly tried to read the next page. It didn’t make any sense, and no blue text appeared. Which I guess makes sense I just got the skill, I will half to get better at it to learn more schematics. I tucked the book in to my inventory. I put the carving knife and needle in to my inventory as well. The pants I put on, it is a much better quality than what I’m wearing, and they were made of a sturdy but flexible leather. Unfortunately, they were too big. The rag suspenders quickly fixed this problem, though. I remembered finding some bones wail I was searching for items. I went back to searching, but this time for crafting materials. During my search, I found several bones of various sizes and a few strips of leather. I sat down, pulled out my book and went over what was needed.

Bone dagger recipe.

Ingredients:

1 large bone

2 medium bones

1 small bone

2 leather scraps

2 potions blood

Proses:

· Take large bone, carve to desired shape.

· Take 1 small bone, crush in to powder, and mix in 1 portion blood.

· Apply bone concoction to desired hilt side of big bone.

· Take 2 medium bones cut of both ends, stack 1 on top, 1 on bottom of hilt side of large bone.

· Wrap hilt in 2 portions leather scraps.

· Poor last portion blood over dagger (warning different blood will have different reactions.)

  I seem to have everything accept for 2 portions of blood… sigh I guess that’s not entirely true, I just need to bleed… I wonder how much 2 portions of blood is, can I give that much and survive? Well, I guess if I die maybe I’ll respawn in some other starting aria. That wouldn’t be too bad, I decided to give it a try. Fortunately, a portion of blood was relatively a small amount. It took me 2 attempts and almost all the materials I had found. Finally blue text appeared before me.

Congratulations you have successfully crafted: Dubok’s toe knife + 1 int +50 xp

Dubok’s toe knife:

Attack: 1-5

Blood effect: (+ 5 attack when wielded by Dubok or against him.)

Quality: trash

A small dragger best used for cutting toe nails and personal hygiene.

  I jumped and whoop I did it I finally have a starting weapon! I don’t care that it was trash quality. I had made it and it was mine. There was a wonderful satisfaction to making one’s own weapon. To just add more wonderfulness to the mix, I had gained 1 point in intellect something I desperately needed more of. There were a few things about the dagger I wasn’t necessarily happy with. Like the trash quality or it having plus five attack when used agents me. Beggars can’t be choosers. I’m just happy to finally have a weapon.

  My stomach growled and I realized that much of the day had past wail I was crafting, I’m hungry and thirsty. Giving there is no more food here, I look around trying to figure out where to go… I had no idea where I am, or where I should go… I look around, all I can see is plans that seem to go on forever. Except there in the distance, mountains! Mountains mean dwarves right? I’m part dwarf so maybe there’s a different starting aria there? I smiled as blue text appeared before me.

Quest granted: Survive.

Your home has been destroyed, surviving clan members captured. Seeing little future in your clan you take the first step towards, mountains in the distance.

Quest requirements: survive the trek through the plains to the mountains.

Quest rewards: 100 xp + ?????

  Frustrated at how vague the quest is, but grateful to finally have a quest. I head out across the plains. After a few moments walking in the sun, I quickly remember me how hungry and thirsty I am. I spent a few hours trying to ketch a bunny… How is a bunny, a starting aria creature! Once I realized that I would never out run a bunny, I took to a different tactic. Hide and wait… 30 minutes latter a bunny came close to my hiding spot, I leaped out brandishing my dagger, with all the finesse of toddler learning to use a Spork. Fortunately for me the bunny dogged left, when it should have went right. It dodged the blade, but I landed on top of it with a sickening crunch.

+ 1 xp floated up the left side of my vision.

  I picked myself up to assess my dinner, it was a little crushed but it smelled amazing. This gave me pause, shouldn’t it smell bad now and good when cooked… I picked it up and gave it a sniff. Before I could think about what I was doing I began to devour the bunny raw skin, bones, flesh, fur, it made no difference it all tasted amazing. Even the blood tastes sweat, with that thought I froze. Thinking threw what I had just done, I gaged tried to throw up to no avail. I tried to push the whole thing from my mind. I trudged off towards the mountains, pretending that never happened. Denial is so much easier than facing reality.