Zeff’s stomach churned as he watched the scene before his eyes. He felt hot acid rising from his throat, burning it as it climbed up, and when it finally reached the top, Zeff pressed his hand on the wall for support as vomit rushed from his mouth and nose. He felt sick.
Zeff closed the window, turned, and with heavy steps moved toward his bed. While walking, he slipped and fell on the vomit and goblin blood now mixing together on the floor. Feeling no strength in his body to stand up, he crawled on the floor, drawing a line of vomit and blood with his body. But in the end, he managed to reach it. Gathering whatever energy was left in his body, he climbed onto the bed and curled into a ball.
Zeff’s body soaked the bed in vomit, goblin blood, and even his own blood that was still dripping from his hand, but he didn’t care—not for the stench of the wet mattress or his own injury. He just didn’t have it in him. All he wanted now was to fall asleep, in the hope that he would wake up tomorrow and find it was all just a dream. But no matter what he did, he wasn’t able to.
Zeff thought of ending it all and being done with it. I mean, I was already ready to die, right? he told himself. So, what if the world’s end wasn’t as I expected it? So what if I didn’t just disappear? At any moment now, something could break my apartment door and turn me into its food. So, isn’t it better if I did it myself? At least then it wouldn’t feel that bad, right? I would at least die on my own terms then, right? And just as Zeff kept convincing himself of suicide, a loud voice boomed in his ear.
A loud clapping noise echoed in his ears.
The voice then stopped for a moment and turned serious.
The voice stilled for a moment.
The voice paused for a bit, and when it sounded again, there was no sarcastic tone or joke anymore, only pure menace.
“This is a warning. Your world is now a game, and you will play this game. You will go out there and fight these monsters, kill and be killed by them, and entertain our followers. In fact, you will do everything in your power to entertain them. Otherwise, I will delete this whole simulation and everything in it, including you. And before I do that, I will make you experience pain like you never have before. I will tear each one of you apart and bring you back just to do it again and again and again, and believe me, you won’t even be able to lose your sanity. So, now you know.”
“Oh, before I go, the game is an RPG, so you can level up. Just think of the word ‘status’ and I’m sure you will be able to figure out the rest by yourself. Now go out there and make daddy money like the good hoe that you are.”
Zeff listened to everything the voice said, and every word that bastard spoke seemed to birth life in his broken soul, not out of fear for his life, or even the torture he promised them, but out of spite. Every sick joke, every promise to hurt them, and every word that sick bastard spat filled him with so much spite that it cured his sickness.
Zeff sprang out of bed and kicked the headless goblin corpse, sending it flying and splashing what remained of its blood across the apartment. “Hear me out, you son of a bitch,” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “I swear on my life, I will screw you over. I might not know how right now, but believe me, I will find a way, and when I do, I will make you wish you deleted us when you had the chance.”
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In his rage, Zeff felt like rushing down the street and starting to kill monsters, but he knew that would just be doing what that guy wanted. Even though he had just proclaimed that he would make him suffer, in reality, he didn’t even know where to begin, or if it was even possible. After all, to that guy, they might as well be a drawing on a piece of paper, but he didn’t care. A drawing might not be able to do anything, but the paper itself could still cut. So, if he was able to affect the paper even slightly to do just that, he would be satisfied.
After a long time of pacing around and destroying stuff in his apartment, Zeff finally seemed to calm down. He realized that staying mad wouldn’t solve anything. So, he sat down and started to think about what he should do. He replayed what the voice said in his head, hoping to find anything useful that he could use, but nothing stuck out to him. Only the part about the world becoming an RPG and what he said about ‘status.’ Just as he thought about it, words flashed into his eyes.
Name: Zeff
Level:1
Class: None
Title: Certified Goblin Blower
Might: 7
Endurance: 6
Speed: 7
Mind: 9
Charisma: 5
Luck: 10
Skills: None
So that’s what that asshole meant when he said the world turned into an RPG game, Zeff thought to himself as he read what seemed to be his character sheet. That would explain the message he got about gaining EXP when he killed the goblins. It seems they were video game characters now. “Like not being real wasn’t enough, now we are fucking video game characters,” Zeff muttered to himself as he kept contemplating his character sheet, and he wasn’t liking what he was seeing. His stats were shit. He knew he wasn’t that athletic or handsome, but this was just sad. To add insult to injury, his luck was the highest. “But I guess I was lucky. I wasn’t out there at least,” he muttered to himself as he remembered what happened to the people who were on the street.
The other thing that caught his attention was his title. In video games, titles usually gave extra stats or skills, so he was happy to see it. He must have gotten it from decapitating the goblin, but why did it sound so weird? Feeling curious, he tried to press it to see if more information would appear about it, but his hand just passed through the semi-transparent words. Thinking of how the status appeared when he thought about it, he tried the same thing with the title, and it worked.
Title: Certified Goblin Blower
Description: You nasty bitch, and you said it was your first time. 2 innocent goblins knock on your door, and what was the first thing that came to your mind? To blow their tops. On my momma you are freaky. Stay away from me.
Effect 1: +25% chance of insta killing goblins with headshots ;)
Effect 2: Goblin get a weird feeling when they see you.
“What the fuck.” Zeff was shocked by the description. “Is this shit implying I gave a blowjob to the goblins? What kind of description is that? It doesn’t even make any sense.” Zeff was steaming but at least the effect was good, one of them at least, he didn’t even want to know what that second effect was about.
Zeff dismissed his status and stood up, he needed to get out of his apartment. Staying here would be nothing but waiting for death to come and collect him. He didn’t have enough food or a way to protect himself, and he had a feeling it won’t be long before water and electricity get cut. He just wished if he had a gun, but he never felt the need for one before. Now he regrated it, but he might actually be lucky, because there was a gun store couple blocks away from his apartment. If he managed to get there, he would be able to arm himself. Reaching the store though.
He heaved a sigh when he remembered the street full of monsters, but it must be done. So, he went to kitchen grabbed the cleaver, his car key, and the thickest sweatshirt he could find, one that would be able provide some protection without Obstructing his movements. But before he putted on. He looked at himself. Covered in blood and vomit, and smell that would kill even a skunk. “Maybe I should take a shower first and attend to my wound too. It would be sad if I died to some germ after all this.”
So, he put the sweatshirt down and went to take a shower. After that he applied some alcohol to his wound and bandaged it. Feeling refreshed after the shower and taking care of his wound, he was ready to go.
Moving towered the door, he removed the barricade of furniture and peeped to see if there was any monster waiting for him. When he didn’t see anything, he tightened his grip on the cleaver, and opened the door slowly, ready to act if anything jumped on him. But there was nothing outside, relived he stepped outside and looked around, seeing the door of the other apartment. He thought of asking them to help him, but he quickly gave up on that idea. This building was small with only 6 apartments in it, 2 of the tenants worked night shift so they wouldn’t have been here when all this started. 1 was an old man who went to visit his daughter who was giving birth, the last 2. Zeff didn’t like them, and didn’t feel like dealing with their rude asses at the end of the world. “Solo it is then.” He said to himself as he started descending the stair slowly, keeping his eyes and hearing sharp for any danger. As he went further and further down the stairs without meeting any monster, and seeing the other apartment doors in good condition, he started wondering. “Did those 2 fuckers, left all the other apartments. Climbed to the 3rd floor, and decided to attack my apartment? What kind of shit is that.”
As he kept complained to himself about his bad luck. He found himself in front of the exit of the building, which was wide open. Peeking his head slightly from the side, he surveyed the street. But yet again there were no monster to be seen. “Did I imagine the whole the thing?” he asked himself. But even though there no monster to be seen, the destruction and mutilated bodies they left behind left no chance for him to be wrong.
Trying his best to ignore the bodies, he sprinted to his car before any monster decided to show up and prove to him, they weren’t just figment of his imagination. His car was an old 2007 Honda accord, and while not the fanciest and his old girl has never let him down. Upon reaching it he looked at it and gave it a kiss. “Glad you survived the end too baby.” The car was a bit dented here and there, but other than that it seemed fine. Moving to the driver seat he put the key in and turned it. Just then a hand flashed from underneath him and grabbed his leg. His heart rate quickened, as he flinched back trying to free himself from whatever grabbed him. But then. “Wait, wait, I mean you no harm.” He heard a sound coming from underneath the car, a human sound. Looking down, he saw a human hand grabbing his leg. “What the fuck man. You sacred the shit of me.” He said as he leaned on his car, his adrenalin rush fading out.
From underneath the car, a man with well-toned physique and short brown hair, who seemed to be in his late 20 crawled out. A man that Zeff recognized. “You are the guy who was humping the wall yesterday.”
As the man stood up from the ground, and patted himself from dust, he looked at Zeff an said. “Yeah, I would appreciate it, if we didn’t talk about that. Anyway, sorry for scaring yo—EW what the hell wrong with you?” The man spat his last words with disgust as he looked at Zeff head.
Zeff confused smelled himself, thinking that the smell might still be lingering. But it wasn’t, he actually smelled good even. “What are you talking about man? I don’t smell bad.”
“Am not talking about your smell, but what above your head. Did you actually give head to a goblin?” The man took a step back from Zeff, disgust evident on his face.
As heard, he heard the man words, a realization dawned on him. The world is a game, and in games titles appear above the character head. Dread spread through his body. “Man shut the fuck up. I didn’t give anything to anybody, the title mean I decapitated the goblins not gave them head. Besides you the one who hump walls.” Zeff shouted as he felt insecure about being labeled as the goblin whore.
The man clearly not convinced took another step away from him. “Sure, man whatever you say. You didn’t blow no body.”
Getting more irritated by the man Zeff opened the car door and got inside, intending to leave. “I don’t have time for this shit, try not to die wall humper.” He said as he closed the door to the car.
The man seeing Zeff action panicked and rushed to the car. “Hey, hey, I was just messing with you man. No need to get upset over a joke, beside you can’t just leave me here. Please take me with you.”
Feeling frustrated Zeff thought of turning the car on and leaving, but he knew that was just him being childish. Having more people was always better, and while this guy seemed weird, he looked strong and he even managed to survive till now, outside, nonetheless. “Look man, am not trying to go somewhere safe. There is a gun store couple blocks from here and am trying to go there and arm myself. So, if you thought that am going to be your safe ticket out of here, you are wrong. But if you still want to come with me, you can.”
The man didn’t say anything for a moment, then he turned and circled the car and jumped inside the passenger seat. “Am Mike by the way.”
Zeff looked at him and smiled, and then turned the car. “Well, Mike you better put your seatbelt because this is going to be a bumpy ride.”