Welcome to True Death
The message was a tad creepy. My headset was connected and I stood there in what you would picture a white room to look like in an insane asylum. This place just gave me the creeps. I don't think you properly heard me a moment ago. I mean I stood there in this white room. Bending my knees, my hands gently poked and prodded at my legs and the way they now currently held up and supported me.
Are you ready to begin?
"yes" my reply was short and abrupt expressing my fascination with my new knees and legs.
Commencing bioscan, please wait for us to provide you with our approved race, statistics and randomized starting point.
“WAIT!" Where the hell are all of my options and shit.
Please hold. Aggressive behavior identified. Such belligerence will affect your gameplay. Please hold… Please hold…
I wonder if the Beta players had to deal with this shit. “No sir the beta players did not have to deal with this “shit” as they were respectful in reverent of this opportunity to experience another world and experience. I see that you are neither so I will be sending you on your way to a special place where belligerents like yourself will be welcome.” The erie voice made my skin crawl. Have you ever imagined what it would be like to hear god? Have you ever imagined what it would be like to hear god as the voice of the sexiest actress (or actor) you can imagine. Well its not as sexy as it sounds.
Good Luck
I was on the ground. My heart let out and I shuddered in fear that my legs were gone in the damn game. running my hands down my legs I realized I was there. Tentatively I moved my legs and toes feeling the wonders of my shoeless muddy feet and I was just glad I had pants on at the moment.
Rain had started coming down pretty hard and noticed several men cursing. They were standing off to the side of the pathway through the sea of tents as I sat blocking everything. One of them roughly pushed aside a running boy and screamed out “Noob” get your ass up. Belatedly I realized that I must have been a part of some sort of military procession.
“Whats your Name idiot?” I looked down and tried to remember what I had chosen. My thoughts we're broken up as another hand richest to hit me again. This time I was ready for him, but I wasn’t used to my body or I wasn’t high enough statistically to avoid the swat and his meaty paw took me in the nose instead of my ear.
Blood oozed down across my face and I screamed out in pain. F&^% that hurt. Face down in the mud, I started crying. I am not proud of it and I wouldn’t admit this stuff if someone were to actually read this, but I cried. I will have you know that your tear ducts are naturally located next to your nose and it is easy to create tears. I must have sat there ont he ground longer than I imagined because my friend kicked me violently in the side. F(*%
You have been Kicked by Sergeant Tine: -40 HP
Warning, your life has fallen below 10%
“I asked you what your name was maggot and I expect to hear it from you right now or I will end you now!” I hate this a&&hole.
“My name is Mason, Sarge!” shouting out it like I was back in boot camp or something. Everyone must have been watching this spectacle because there seemed to be a silence that came over the rain. I think I even managed to sense that Tin’s boot went back down onto the ground so I relaxed a little not expecting another blow so soon.
Strong arms grabbed me and dragged me to my feet. “Throw this idiot in with the deserters because he looks like he might try and run.” Before I could say anything I was being brought over away the rest of the group I was with previously. Is this shit for real?
The camp was even larger than I initially realized. I couldn’t see an end in sigjt to the tents as I looked off to the South. Wait. How the heck do I even know which direction South is right now? Thinking furiously I tried to take in my surroundings and I was trying to delay wherever I was going right now. I let my wonderful new legs give out and I made my weight completely dead.
Avoid the Gallows CrewType:ChainTime Limit:10 MinutesConditions:Don’t let the chain around your neckRewards: Not dying
What the hell? Thinking fast I realized that I only had a few minutes until I would be put in some kind of a slave chain gang. Why the hell would people even play a game like this where you can just log out any moment. How the hell do I log out? Shit focus you idiot!
I started trying to take in as much information as I could about the tents. My two captors were smaller than me, but both were strong because they were dragging me along with ease as we went through the camp.
My right arm friend was skinny, but wiry and he stood probably a few inches shorter than me at about 6ft even or so. His was wearing basic chainmail with no breastplate or anything to slow down his moments. He had a fine cloth shirt over his mail and it made him look like he was some kind of NCO because the majority of soliders had crappy weapons and certainly no mail or fine cloth. These were not your typical solider or farmer given a swords; these were hard men accustomed to war and the use of a weapon.
Speaking of weapons, my friend on the right was wearing a daggar on his left leg that would slowly rotate towards me as he brought his leg back. I could feel it slap against my dead right arm every so often. Timing it perfectly I realized that if I pulled down slightly my arm would hit it like clockwork every fourth step towards my doom.
Lefty was a different sort. He seemed like the farmer type that may have worked hard for a lviing, but probably wasn’t a killer. He seemed to be scared for me about my fate and his eyes were wide as I was dragged forward towards the South. He war pants that were exactly the same as my own resembling the muddy ground I had wallowed in jut moments earlier. I didn’t try to even attempt negotiating or talking my way out of this mess because I knew it was useless with the thug on the right side.
Taking a few moments to compose myself before my escape attempt, I started analyzing the makeup of the camp. It seemed like I was experiencing deja vu as the camp seemed to consist of a symetrical breakdown for every cluster of tents. The Mess, armorer and horseflesh were in the center with a cluster of the tents for soldiers along the outside. Between each cluster was small lanes where a group or two horsemen abreast could make way through the camp. We stopped several times during this process and I ended up sitting in the mud for the riders to pass.
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I am not sure why I decided to pray at the moment. You have to understand that a man like me that loses his wife, his legs and his comrades doesn’t have much to live for in this life. virtual reality was probably the most exciting thing to happen to me since I lost my other half.
Dammit I am crying again. What the F(^$ is wrong with this game. I have only been here a few minutes and I am balling like a little girl. It was time. I started balling even harder sobbing out everything that I had to get me out of this situation and just enjoy my new found escape form being a cripple without being killed off or enslaved on day 1. Murmuring under my breath with all my soul, I am not sure whether this was a genuine cry for help, but I made it any way and literally begged right then and there for some assistance.
New SkillPrayerYou have rayed out to god. God has been known by many names in many worlds and he listens to those who call upon him. Even a mustard seed of faith shall move moutains.Effects+10 to basic stats for durationTime10 minutesGrowth+1 minute per skill level
Do you wish to select a religion?
Yes
Please name your religion?
Christianity
We do not recognize that religion, would you like to start a new religion?
Yes
You have founded a new religion. You receive + 10 to all stats! You have access to a secret class: Apostle. would you like to accept this new class?
What the hell. Yes
ApostleType:HiddenLevel Bonus:+2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence, +2 ???, +1 ???Requirements:Found a Religion, meet a prophet, or meet godSkills: Ordain, Preach, Crusade
Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Level:Skill Experience:OrdainAdvancedLevel 10%You are the chosen one of the lord. You have the ability to spark a thirst for the lord. Those who you speak to about the lord shall become your followers. You can give out the job of priest and Missionary for the lord.
Wow, so does that mean I can start a cult or something. That is sounds like I am St. Peter or the pope. This is amazing. Now I only have to survive. How to I toggle to the next box?
Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Level:Skill Experience:PreachBeginnerLevel 10%This is a basic skill. You currently lack the necessary fervor to sway people towards the lord. If you use this skill on someone of another albeit erroneous faith, then they will become hostile and attempt to kill you where you stand.
How on earth or wherever I am can I ordain someone, but not even get them to become a follower? This stuff doesn't make any damn sense and why am I a prisoner ten seconds into this stupid game. Is this some kind of lottery cheat where i have found some kind of secret to dying before anyone else?
Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Level:Skill Experience:CrusadeBeginnerLevel 10%You are the chosen one of the lord. You can cast crusade to fully debuff fear, curse, paralysis or stun from all those under your command. Any effects cast upon your party after cursade is cast will be rebounded back with a 10% chance of being effective. This costs 500 Mana and lasts for ten minutes
Wow that is an awesome skill, but I don't even know how much Mana I have much less how to even use such a thing. Alright, here goes nothing.
My hand gripped the dagger and pulled it form its sheath. I immediately berried it in the back of the left knee of righty. I have to say that it was erie. I have never stabbed anyone in real life despite serving several tours in actual military combat. It just never came up for me during my active career. However, I imagine that the way the blade slipped into the back of his knee and got stuck grinding against his kneecap was pretty damn realistic.
Righty dropped like a sack of potatoes screaming bloody murder. He turned towards me just to see the blade in his peripheral enter his temple.
Lefty wasn't even around when I turned towards him to finish the job. All around me farmers with crap weapons started throwing down their weapons and running away from me. Immediately, I retrieved my knife from that idiot's temple and started dressing appropriately for my new promotion. I needed to find out what was going on.
Quest Complete