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In the Real World
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I get out of the pod and into my wheel chair. I had just finished with the bunny massacre and I needed to get off for a bit to handle some financial affairs.
Also, the nurse that the hospital sent over is really cute. She is 5'6" 25 year old blonde named Jenny. I wasn't expecting that she would be so young, but hey, what can I say. I am only 29 and that is young for being super rich in some cases.
I hear someone in the kitchen doing something.
"That You Jenny?” I asked.
I hear some pans drop suddenly and a woman’s voice call out.
"Yes, about to make something for you, didn't think you would be out so soon." She calls.
Hehe…maybe I can sneak up on her and stare a bit before I am caught. My niece already saw me staring before and hit me. She wouldn't even talk to me for the rest of the dinner that we had.
I wheel myself over to my office and start to go through the paper work that has been piling up. It didn’t take me very long, there weren’t many papers on the desk left.
After I’m done with all that, I do one of the fun things with money. Look at sweet cars and check to see if any are there that I want. I’m mostly trying to get a car like the one in Supernatural. Hey, call me whatever you want I like the car and the show so suck it.
I get on my computer and start going through cars. There are a few that interest me a bit but nothing that has caught my interest. I spend about a half-hour looking but still nothing. I then go onto my email and start to reply to a few things before finally get off.
God, I think once they will let me walk around with a cast on I will be so happy. I wouldn't mind even going shopping with my niece. Whenever I go to get shoes or shirts that I need I end up with a few dozen things, extra suits, and several bags worth of cloths for her. Not that I mind, it mostly gets me out of there faster that way. Well, usually it does, when she can't carry it anymore I end up carrying some of it or all of it. Otherwise we’re traversing the stores all day long. I am seriously wiped by my own cousin.
Oh well, she's cute when thinking about things. I better change my thoughts before they go into the wrong direction. I wheel out of the office and head to the kitchen. I see Jenny cooking over the stove. Damn, she looks good…oh! Damn! I better not look at her butt before I get into trouble. She does cook all my meals so...ya, not a good idea.
There are some things I have learned in life. One, if someone is shooting at you, shoot back and aim to kill in most cases. I know, a little twisted, but when you join the army mercy can get you killed on the front lines. Second, never ever piss off the person that cooks the meals you eat. One of the guys that was on base pissed off the head cook and ended up with food poison for a week. We could hear him crying and not a damn person said a damn thing because the cook still made good meals. That and the guys had it coming the way he was acting, he straighten up real fast. Weeks after that he started looking at the head cook with fear, and almost cried every time he looked at the bathroom. Remembering the pain was not something he wanted to remember.
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I haven’t checked to see if Jenny has a boyfriend, but I’m also in no condition to ask a girl out on a date. I guess I can take her shopping, better yet, let her go shopping with my niece. Haha, I win! Two birds, one stone, or one credit card, two girls. Oh well, whatever works.
Since I don't eat too much human food anymore, most of the food that I get is from the pod, so I am never really hungry. I grab an apple from the table, even though I never get hungry right out of the pod I still like eating real food every now and then. Maybe I can take jenny out for dinner? Then I would get to look at her when she is in a dress or some other very nice outfit. Yes, that is a great idea, that way it seems like I am doing something nice.
I head back to the pod and let it do a self-checkup on itself. Then I clear out the waste and replace the water bag along with some other pieces that needed to be changed. I hate those stories where the main character just never says anything about cleaning the pod, I mean come on, gross!
After I finish cleaning the pod and it finishes scanning itself for problems, I get in and close my eyes. I wake up in a nice room. One of the cool functions about the pod is that it gives you a personal room or two where it is like a waiting area to log into any of the games you play, check out new ones, manage your servers, use the internet, and yes, look up porn…for those sick people out there. Well, there is an age limit on that of 18+ but, oh well. Most games you can already have sex, so why look up porn but there are 'those people'......
I check on my server and see that there are no problems. I check to make sure some of the features like NPC buying and some other things like skill books are added and after some thought I add on a function. Once a player dies 3 times their level would be dropped down to level one. If they are say prestige 3 Lvl 87 then they will be prestige 3 Lvl one. I know this might seem unfair for lower level players if they die but hey life is not always fair.
I send the other four guys messages letting them know. There are some arguments over it, but this needs to be fairer. A player can just die in any other game and not suffer any huge penalties, so this is to make people treat it more like competition not as a game, to really fight with your life on the line. So they can tough it out. I check the deaths of the other four it seems like one died once already.
They also named there faction. God's Hand.
What a neat name actually, but hey…I think mine is better though as Midnight Ravens. Well it is time to start playing, I can't be left behind.
I then log into the game…