Fred awoke to muted rays of sunlight wafting down on him from in between the branches of the trees. He glanced around in disorientation. Something’s wrong. His eyes widened as his hand grabbed a handful of the leaves. I’m not supposed to be here. I fell asleep on a tree. Did I fall down in my sleep? Yeah that must be it. Fred blinked. Next thing he knew he was on top of a hill that gave him a view of the forest. Now I’m here all of the sudden. What’s happening? Is some mage teleporting me around? He blinked.
Fred stood in the middle of the forest. A babbling brook to his right and a large rock to his left. It has to be a wizard. What else could be doing this? He blinked.
Next thing Fred knew he was looking ahead at the horizon. The sun slowly setting before him. Fred looked at the horizon dread on his face. It’s only been a few minutes. How could the sun already be setting? Are the day’s different in this world? That’s right I’m in another world. Who’s to say that this is not it just trying to expel me from it. Fred took a single step forward. Next thing he knew he was waist deep in a river a handful of worms cupped in his left hand. The hell! He dropped the worms dashing out of the water. If new stats can be created. Who’s to say that an old one can’t malfunction. System. Show me stat descriptions.
Stats:
Strength. Increases your density, allowing you to exert more force and get more resistant to attacks. Heightens the limit of strength-based skills.
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Dexterity. Increases your control over your body and flexibility. And above level ten gives you the ability to control how dense you are at any given time. (More precise at higher levels.) Heightens the limit of dex based skills
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Constitution. Allows you to take more grievous wounds without dying. Increases regeneration. Heightens the limit of Constitution based skills.
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Perception. Improves all your senses.
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Magic. Improves the ability to use system energy to cast spells or alter the world.
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Wisdom. Increases common sense and ability to plan ahead.
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After looking at the prompts Fred let out a sigh of relief. My attributes are still the same. Nothing to worry about there. Then what’s causing this?
Fred’s was standing on a branch looking up at the moon. He staggered back, managing to grab the trunk of the tree before he fell. What’s doing this! Fred jumped from the tree, decreasing his density to make his fall as light as possible. If it isn’t something with this new world then. System show me status effects.
Status effects. Brain parasite 50# Flesh maggots 1,000# Symbiotic predator 1# Recent Fred 1# Food poisoning 8#
System explain the first three. Fred bit into his hand.
Brain parasite. A parasite which resides in the brain altering it’s signals slightly.
Flesh parasite. A parasite that resides in the body. Sucking energy from the person.
Symbiotic predator. When a flesh parasite and a brain parasite are in the same place, they form a symbiotic predator. This creature can hijack any bodily function.
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That’s it. The last Fred must have walked into the forest with an open wound. And that combined with my head wound caused this to happen. “Well at least the world isn’t trying to expel me.”
Next thing Fred knew it was sun rise, the sun was glaring down at him. As Fred looked up at it, black circles painted around his eyes. The trees around Fred were twisted with large lumps covering them and many roots sticking out of the ground. Where is this thing taking me? Fred’s vison flashed red. I need to get it out! I need to get it out! Fred started to slam his palm into his head. Spikes of pain, impaling his head with each impact. No!
Fred stood in a cave. Stalagmites hanging from the ceiling puddles covering the ground. On the walls were profane images drawn in what appeared to be fat. People sacrificing everything from babies to old men in the name of a pot. people resurrecting a man just to kill him again. Something soft smooth and slightly moist brushed up against Fred’s leg. He looked down, maggots covering the floor, squirming and sliding past each other. Fred’s mind was consumed by the sight. There was nothing but maggots only maggots. They began to squirm towards Fred, repeating the same word. “Mother! Mother!” Fred nearly vomited. NO! He increased his density to the maximum, slamming his foot down and creating a shockwave that sent the maggots flying into the air. A crater was left where he was. The symbiotic predator did this. Fred slammed his fist into the wall next to him, causing it to tremble. He slammed it six more times. The cave began to collapse, he drove his foot with maximum force into the ground then decreased his density as fast as he could. Sending him flying out of the cave in. He tumbled onto barren ashy sand, nothing but a desert in front of him. Fred started to run, not in any particular direction he just ran. Ran as fast as he could, making himself denser, slamming his foot down. Then quickly removing that density, sending him flying across the sand.
Fred stood atop a mountain, a familiar forest shown Infront of him, the air was chilly up here, but the sun still glared down on Fred despite that. Is this the marble mountain. Fred looked down. Not marble, granite. Curse my luck. Fred jumped from the mountain. Drifting down onto, a treetop. Where is the parasite trying to go? I need to figure that out if I’m going to survive it. “What were those maggots?” What did they call me? Mother. Of course! it’s trying to spawn more of its kind using my body as power to do so. Why did it choose a cave in the first place? Must be that they need cold dark spaces to create knew life. If that’s true, then I should see it under the trees next. Fred sat cross legged and looked ahead towards the treetops the many-colored leaves swaying in a light breeze. “This world might hate me. But it sure is beautiful.”
Fred was standing under the trees, the light from the leaves wafting down on him. “Yup. I was right. Now how do I use this to my advantage.” There has to be something I can do. Does it come out of my body when birthing things. If so then I could find a cold dark area and poison it. Then when it leaves the poison will just kill it. But how will I find any poison? Come on. Come on! There has to be something I can do! “What if I just make it really unsanitary and use that as my poison.” NO! That won’t work. These parasites probably won’t be affected by matters of hygiene.
Fred stood in the forest. A babbling brook to his right and a boulder to his left. His head was screaming with pain, and his eyes trembled like the weight of the world had been placed on them. Back here again. It must be looking for a place to create its spawn. Does it sense moisture and darkness somehow? This is strange.
Fred was standing in a cave. Drawn on the walls were the same profane murals as in the last one. But there were no stalagmites on the ceiling. Fred didn’t even stop to look at the floor. He increased his density, slamming his foot into the ground, he lowered his density right afterwards causing him to shoot towards the cave celling. moments before he impacted with the roof he increased his density once more. Around his denser skull the rocks couldn’t even hurt him. I will not let this thing kill me. He flopped out onto some lush grass. He laid there a moment breathing heavily. Move! He scrambled from his spot on the grass moving farther into the forest. A loud crashing sound echoed behind him. Fred rolled onto his back, he raised his head and propped himself up on his elbows. Looking towards where he once was There was a
twenty-foot-deep depression in the ground where normal grassy land once was. How am I going to escape this thing?
Fred stood atop a mountain. Looking out at the forest. This was the same mountain I was standing at last time. A gurgling echoed from Fred’s stomach. He looked down at his body. He was stick thin his skin practically hugging his bones. I must be starting to starve. “Is there even any food here? I haven’t seen any.” Fred looked down at the forest. “There has to be some somewhere.” He spent the next hour forging through the forest. All he found were some leaves. “Wait. I remember somewhere that you can eat roots.” Fred pulled some roots from the trees in the ground and rinsed them in a nearby stream. He spent a few minutes snacking on the roots.
Fred stood atop a tree. The pain in his head had increased tenfold. The world itself turned upside down, the sky on top and the floor on bottom. He felt momentum rushing through his body despite being completely still. What’s happening to me. The trees grew eyes suddenly. They started glancing around franticly like they were watching for predators. Then at once every eye focused on Fred.
Fred stood in a cave, thousands of crow heads were mounted on the walls and the floors were made from bloody fabric. The skies were black with no stars. Fred swayed side to side as the world was turned from one angle to another. What’s happening to me! On the ground were thousands of little dots, dancing and prancing around one another to some invisible music. NO! With his old density shifting technique Fred sent himself flying out of the cave.
“Mother! Mother! Mother! Mother!” Fred ran through the forest, the trees eyes watching his every move. His head hurt more than it ever had before, it practically was pain. The trees are ratting me out. Letting the rageful flesh take control of me. Fred swung his fist knocking down a tree. He punched another and another after that. Soon he was acting like the self-dubbed lumber jack of the forest. I’ll cut these bastards to shreds. Despite having been toppled the trees eyes did not leave Fred. Staring at him. Fred turned on his feet suddenly. NO! I need to run away! These trees can’t be killed. He jumped into the air, glancing around for a moment and finding the top of a hill. As soon as his feet hit the ground Fred chucked himself across the trees to the top of the hill. He stood there for a moment the shadows bending around him as the moon glared down at him. He turned his gaze to the moon. A mismatch of his features gazed back at him, the nose on the forehead a mouth where the eyes should be. Eyes on the chin. Eyebrows parallel vertical to each other on his cheeks. IT’s want to kill me! Everything wants to kill me. Kill! Kill! Kill! Fred fell, tumbling down the hill.