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“Just die you bastard...” I mumbled as I fought a particularly tough opponent in one of my various video games. I was sitting at my computer desk on Friday night, enjoying a bit of role-playing and rampage as I had come to recognize as my end of week ritual. The game I was playing was a relatively new one called ‘Siege of the Darkwauld’, a pretty decent open world role-play game where class and race do factor in to storylines and character interactions.
As I gutted my enemy I reclined in my chair and took a swig of my ginger beer. My glasses had slid down a bit so I gave them a little push back up and swatted a bit of my dark grey hair out of my face. ‘Once it starts to get around shoulder length it can become kind of a pain in the arse’, I thought to myself, ‘maybe I should get a trim tomorrow or something...’ Just as I was thinking about that, I noticed the Friday night line-up I had switched on for a bit of back ground noise had suddenly been interrupted by some news flash.
Good evening folks. We are sorry to interrupt your regular scheduling but a situation in the down town area of New York involving two powerful mutants has broken out. Or reporter at the scene, Natasha, will fill in the details. To you Natasha.
“Oh shit.”
Thank you, desk person. As you can see, it is a scene of utter carnage as a strange fire mutant person and some rock thing are fighting it out; seemingly to the death. We are unsure about what caused this fight to break out. When we tried to interview the fire guy he melted my camera man.
That would explain the terrible feed we are getting here, Natasha. The situations sounds quite bad. I know for a fact that we only have two camera men left on staff, and I doubt that they’re willing to go out into the field after the whole ‘finger’ incident.
The situation certainly does seem dire, desk person. *click*
“Jesus... fuckin’ mutants... and fuckin’ newspeople...” I muttered as I fell back into my desk chair after switching off the television. The stuff going on in that downtown area was exactly one of the reasons that I didn’t like mutants. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I had anything in particular against mutants. I had the same dislike for normal people to be honest. I suppose that it’s because I’m an anti-social person by nature. But not some isolated computer world addict type of anti-social, more the Daria type.
“Fuck it...” I mumbled as I went back to my game. It didn’t really concern me and I was apathetic enough about things that actually did. As I un-paused my game to pick up the loot from my opponent I realised that my character had gone up a level. As I opened the perk selection page I took a bit of time to admire the character I had built so far. What? You all do it.
Anyway, the character was a female of the orcish race. The reason I had chosen to go with an orc is because I wanted to see how social interactions would go with such a race, and because after a bit of research I had found out that orcs have a much higher stamina levels then other races. The reason she was female was because of an old trick I had discovered in Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. As it turns out, female avatars have much smaller hit boxes then males, which makes avoiding deadly strikes that much easier. As or her name, I really wasn’t in a creative mood at the time when I started the game so I just put in my initials, M.R; Mick Reiling.
As I continued to destroy all before me like a king I noticed myself getting all hot again and closed my window so I could turn on the air-con. I had started getting weird bouts of strong heat about a week ago, and every time it hit me it felt a little hotter. Most people would feel some sort of concern over something like that, but I had never really gotten very sick as I grew up and if I did I was over it quickly, so I gave it no mind.
It was a few minutes later that I started hearing some booming sound off in the distance. I made my way over to my window and peeked out only to see an explosion only a block or so away. I barely had time to register it as a fiery being shot out of the explosion and several armoured vans shot down the street outside my window. I quickly shut my curtains for some dumb reason and ducked underneath the window.
“What the hell!” I whispered to myself, “That kind of thing is happening right outside my window!? Are you shitting me!?” Already panicking, suddenly hearing an explosion right outside the apartment and actually being shook by the force sent me into full blown hyper-ventilation mode.
‘Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna die! That was way to close, it’s going to blow up this building next! FUCK!’ I sprung up to get to the phone in order to call someone, even though the armoured vans kinda gave away that they were already there. But as soon as I stood up I fell straight back down to the ground as I only then noticed just how ridiculously hot my body felt.
My vision was already getting blurry and turned black before I could do anything to help myself.
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Blackness...
...More blackness...
...Even more blackness...
...okay... stop that...
As those weird thoughts faded away I managed to crack open my eyes and found that there was light streaming in through the curtains. I squinted my eyes for a moment as the sudden brightness didn’t feel too good at all.
“What... the hell happened? What time is it?” I groaned as I started to sit up, noticing the strange gravelly sound to my voice that also carried a stranger high octave to it. Based on just how ‘nice’ I was feeling I chalked it up to a very sore throat. That theory would have been great if not for the fact that my throat wasn’t sore at all. As I sat up I noticed how weird my chest felt. I looked down to see two medium sized lumps on my chest where my small sized man-boobs should have been. I didn’t actually have any man-boobs but humor is always good to help ease a growing panic.
“Heheh... okay... whose punking me? This is not real right now. There is now way that what I think has happened, has happened!” I started to yell. Just to add fuel to the freaking the fuck out fires, I glanced at my arm and saw that instead of the slightly tanned Caucasian skin I was used to seeing, it seemed to have become a medium shade of green.
It was at this point that I finally sprinted for the nearest mirror. I skidded around the corner of the short hallway and tripped, hitting the wall. To panicked to really care about the pain though, I launched myself right back onto my feet and came to a sudden stop in front of the bathroom mirror.
The face staring back at me was one I would never think to find outside of a fantasy realm.
An Orc.
An Orcess!
“What the.... WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!!” I screamed at the mirror. My hair didn’t look very different in length but was now a deep black colour. My wide eyes were now an amber colour that seemed to glow a little.
As I continued to stare at my reflection with my mouth agape I saw that I now had what would be considered fangs, including two large ones that stuck up from my lower jaw over my upper lip. The final freakish part of my new look was large pointed ears sticking out the side of my head.
All I could do was stare at my new face with wide eyes.
“Did I go... through a burnout?... Is that what that heat was?” I whispered to myself. “How the hell did I go through a burnout!? I’m not a mutant!”
That’s what I said but seeing the evidence presented in front of my eyes I now had to admit that that may exactly be the case. I dropped down onto my couch and just stared at the blank television screen. I had no real clue how to react to this. Freaking out would be a good idea but I had already gotten a good amount of that over with, so I supposed a quick setting in of numbness was a good second phase.
As I sat on the couch I glanced over to the digital clock next to the television and got another slap in the face from reality. It was Thursday. For me, last night was Friday. Already coming to the conclusion I really didn’t want to come to I looked at the date on the screen and found that the obvious was true. I had been lying on my floor unconscious for A WHOLE GOD DAMN WEEK!
“But... but... If I’ve been here for a week the guys at work must have been calling non-stop to know why the fuck I didn’t show up! God damnit!” I growled as I leaped up and ran over to my desk to check my mobile expecting to find a text telling me that I’m fired from my job at the game store but when I looked at my inbox I found that I hadn’t received any texts or calls from work.
‘What? Why hasn’t anyone called? Did they think I took the week off without telling them? Wait...’ I looked back to the spot I where I had been lying for the past week and presumably changing for the duration.
“I was... lying in the same spot I collapsed...” I mumbled to myself, a slightly bitter realisation starting to come over me.
“No one even called anyone to tell them I was missing...”
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“Those pricks! Even I would have called the police of paramedics or... someone if they went missing for a week! No one even came to check on me!” I threw my phone back on the desk and ground my teeth in agitation. It wasn’t so much that no one care that I was missing, but rather that they didn’t even bother calling someone who could check around FOR them.
As I continued to brood I began to realise that I really had to come to terms with the body I was occupying. Not go out and wear a dress or something like that but to finally say it.
“I’m fucking female.”
“....What do I do?....”
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What’s the matta wit ya?
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As I sat on my couch, slightly bopping my head to some Redbone, I thought about how my day had turned out. Overall, it was shit. I had woken up after losing a week of my time to find that I happened to be a mutant after going through a burnout. After that I had also found out that I had been turned into an Orc woman; complete with fang and small tusks, hide-like green skin, pointed ears, tough black claws, amber eyes, and as it turned out when I had cut myself with said claws earlier, I also had black blood. Jesuses fucking ballsack, it was a shitty day.
I was currently sitting on my couch as the night slowly set in; watching a comedy to help calm my nerves and wearing my typical pyjama relax wear. As it turned out my height hadn’t changed at all and the only real difference in terms of my size was that I was a bit thinner, though that was most likely from not eating for a week. Oh yeah, after I had stopped being so pissy about my douche bag co-workers no giving two shits about me enough to even call someone, I realised that I was absolutely starving.
I had wondered why I wasn’t busting to go to the toilet, or why I hadn’t gone already while I was unconscious, but I just figured that my body had to use everything it could during my overly long nap to stop myself from dying from starvation. Though I really doubted I could starve to death after just a week, it at least helped the toilet thing make sense.
And back in the present, I was currently pondering just what the hell I should do. I had a couple of thoughts; one was that I should probably go back to work as I need the money... maybe even urgently as my lights and air-con were both on for the whole week. But then again, my new appearance may scare the life out of some people. The other thought was; fuck them. I don’t look that horrific, just unusual. And anyway, I can look however the hell I want. I guess the problem with that thought was that I didn’t want to look this way.
Thankfully, due to a lifelong regime of apathy, I had gotten over the whole completely change sex-race-body thing. I didn’t like it or particularly accept it, but I had gotten over the shock and the freak out. After all, a body is a body. I didn’t see any point in freaking out about it too much when I couldn’t do anything to change it. It would be like freaking out about how a meteor might take a wrong turn and hit earth one day. You can’t do anything about it, and if it did, you would be dead before you noticed it. So what’s the point to it other then wasting time.
No, instead I decided to slip into my typical gamer mindset of strategy.
“Okay, I need to come up with a game plan. What’s my plan of action?” I asked myself in my new feminine yet kind of gravelly sounding voice, “I... suppose I could just go back to work... The boss would probably just let me pick right back up if I prove it’s me and explain what happened... I mean, if they didn’t care enough about me to call a missing persons line then I doubt that they’ll care about me looking... different now.”
I leaned back on the couch and stared intently at the ceiling while trying to find a way to comfortably cross my arms without messing with my new boobs which I DID NOT want to think about at the moment. After a while of staring I eventually just decided, “Fuck it. I’ll just tell them now.”
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“Whoa. That’s just... whoa man.” I heard my boss, Chris, say over the phone in response to my story. I had called him up just as he was finished with dinner apparently. For some reason he felt it necessary to explain in detail just exactly what he had been eating before he even asked who was calling.
“Yeah. Very whoa. Whoa but true. So is it cool if I just... come back tomorrow? Even looking like I am now. Cause I really need the money, man.” I asked him.
“Well... I don’t know... how can I tell if you’re really the real Mick? What if you’re just some imposter or... or something.”
“..... You’re kidding me right? Why would someone want to pretend to be me? WAIT! Don’t even answer that! Let’s just get to the fucking point already. How can I prove I’m Mick to you?”
“Well... I would have to ask you something only Mick would know... Oh, man I got it! What is my password?”
“Password? For what? The staff computer? The game storage-?”
“No, no. The password for my laptop.”
“Oh. That password. We don’t talk about that one.”
“Well I need you to tell me or I won’t believe you.”
“Cant I just tell you one of the other passwords?” I tried to plead.
“No!” Chris replied, “It has to be that one!”
“But it’s so fucking bad! I can’t say it man!”
“You have to say it.”
“God damnit! It’s... it’s kittyBALLS. You made your laptop password kittyBALLS and it’s terrible you dumb, fucking stoner!” I yelled.
“Oh wow! It’s definitely you Mick. No one else knows that password... or talks to me like that... well actually-“
I cut him off, “Shut the hell up. Can I come back to work or is there going to be a problem or what?”
“Nah man, come back whenever you want. I didn’t even notice you were gone really...”
“Yeah. Thanks for that by the way. Your gross negligence is much appreciated.” I replied dryly.
“Hey, no problem man. What does negligence mea-“ I hung up on him.
I rubbed at my forehead, careful of my claws as I did so, and sighed. I suppose it was good that I still had my job. Chris and the others constant stoner behaviour was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, they were so easy going that they would even give some bloody, Satin looking motherfucker a job if it asked. On the other hand I suddenly realised why I didn’t feel to shocked when I found out that none of them had contacted me or someone else about me.
‘Well, I guess I can shower now or tomorrow morning before work. I fucking reek.’ I thought to myself. I looked down at the boobs on my chest and shuddered in debate over whether to deal with that aspect now, or later.
“Fuck it. Just repeat your life motto man. Life motto. I’ll just get it over and done with now so I wont have to care about it later.” I let out a long suffering sigh, which isn’t very rare as it is my usual sigh when I have to deal with people, and wandered off towards the bathroom.
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So that's it so far. I'm not sure whether to go into a plotline involving the MCO now and use a villain I've been making for a while later, or do it the other way round. Tell me what you want in the comments. Criticisms are always appreciated.
Fantasy Odyssey
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“Wow, you look really freaky. Like an orc warrior maiden from those pictures!” Chris said as he stared at me, while I stared back at him in annoyance.
“I don’t want to know about the weird shit you look at online. And don’t compare me to it either that’s just really fucking creepy.” I grumbled.
The freak was looking me over like I was some kind of superhero model for the display shelves, though I couldn’t really blame him. For one thing I’d looked at the display models like that too, purely professionally of course since I had to check the guys too. Sometimes... The bulges in those latex suits were just too detailed for comfort... anyway; I was also a goddamn orc. Or I just looked like one. I would probably have to get that checked.
“But it’s so cool! You look so realistic!” he laughed.
“Well. As it turns out, there is a reason I look so realistic. It’s because I’m real.” I deadpanned.
“I know, but... just WOW! You look so orcy! Do you think like one? Do you hunger for manflesh, or do you hunger for... manflesh?” He said with a pose and a smile.
“No and no, dipshit. I’m not an orc. Well, maybe I am. Or I just look like what we think is an orc. Or, uh- LOOK! Geez, I’m me where it matters! In my head! All up in my brain and such.” I exclaimed.
“What’s good against a Crypt keeper Beast again? They have a resistance to a lot of stuff...” drawled a flat voice.
I looked over to one of the two tables in the shop. At said table sat a relatively small guy with dark hair, leaning over a card game of some sort. His attire was the usual; a hoody and jeans. I’d never seen him wear anything else but a wizard costume that one time during a card tournament.
“Oh, hey there Warren. Didn’t notice you. You can hit it with something to take away its resistance or something I think?” I mumbled, “Hey, wait? You aren’t curious about the whole mutant thing?”
He looked over at me with dead looking eyes and asked, “Do you have laser eyes?”
“Uh... no. I don’t think so.”
“Then no, I am not.” He replied as he looked back to the card game he was apparently playing with by himself.
“So what is your power!? Or powers? Or something.” Chris suddenly asked.
I thought about it for a second before suddenly realising that I had no goddamn idea what I had even gotten to in terms of super powers to make this shitty situation even worth it a little. I hadn’t really noticed anything unusual other then the obvious. I did notice my sense of smell and hearing were way more keen then humanly possible, but nothing in terms of super duper powers of justice and whatnot.
“I forget to check actually...” I admitted. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to the thought of super powers. The shock of the Orc stuff was more then enough to distract me from everything else being a mutant entails. Jesus Christ, I didn’t even know what the hell I would need super powers for anyway. Hero work? Villainy? Fuck no.
“I really have no clue what I can do to be honest? Wait... isn’t there a testing place you can go to if you’re too lazy to do it yourself?” I asked aloud.
“MCO offices have places that you can get tested. There’s one around the block from here.” Chris and I looked over to Warren who was still flipping and placing cards onto the table in front of him.
“Right. Thanks, I guess. Well, then I’ll get going to do that. I’ll be back later boss.” I waved nonchalantly to Chris as I walked to the door.
“Hang on! I’m coming with you!” Chris exclaimed as he leapt to follow me.
I looked at him in suprise, “Why the hell do you want to come? Shouldn’t you be high in the storage room or something?”
“Hell no! I’m your employer! It’s my responsibility to watch over your wellbeing, and stuff.” He puffed.
“You left me unconscious in my apartment for a week.” I deadpanned, “I blame you for that too, Warren.”
“Oh, what the fuck?” Warren groaned.
“Regardless! I’m coming, whether it makes sense or not.”
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I sat in the waiting room for an MCO testing facility. I didn’t bother to check for a name. On my right sat some freaky, stoner weirdo who was currently preoccupied with his shirt sleeve. He was also my boss who was with me for whatever reason. On my left sat some black hair, droopy little shit playing Pokémon who spent most of his time at the store even though he doesn’t work there. I was also usure of why he was here.
“Warren, why the hell are you here? I mean, I can understand why jack-arse here wanted to come I guess he had some unfortunate bout of responsibility come over him or something.” I grumbled.
Warren looked up at me and replied plainly, “I want to see if you have laser eyes.” And with that he went back to whatever he was doing.
I just sighed and leaned back into my chair, wondering why I had been waiting fifteen minutes for a doctor, or examiner or... whatever, the place was fucking empty!
‘Jesus, this doctor guy is slack... Is he eating a tire? What’s taking so long? There’s nobody here but us.’ I thought to myself.
Just as I reached the point where I was counting the seconds, a fifty something looking white dud walked out of what I assumed to be the break room for the non-busy. And when I say white, I mean Colonel Sanders white. With the moustache and everything.
The doctor looked over at me and stopped smiling for a moment before he put it right back on.
“Hello there. You must be... Mick? Was it?” he inquired.
“Uh, yeah. That’s me. You’re the doctor?” I replied.
“Well yes. Though I’m mostly an examiner. Would you follow me?”
I nodded and stood up to follow the examidoctor, leaving my unwanted companions to whatever fate awaited them in that dead boring waiting room. Smelt like dust in there it sucked.
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“So, you haven’t noticed any unusual abilities? No increase in strength at all?” The examiner asked me as he wrote on a clipboard. The examination room was actually kind of impressive with weights, treadmills... targets. It was like a gym in a particularly gun toting town. I had been in there for about half an hour trying out all the different tests usually tried on mutants to test their powers. However, aside from an increase in endurance, there wasn’t anything special about my new status. So far all I knew was that I could run a lot without getting too tired. Joy.
In fact, the only strange discovery was noticing a couple of men-in-black looking motherfuckers standing at the side of the room about halfway through the examination. I suppose they were there for security in case a mutant went rouge or something. It wasn’t the most comforting sight considering the stories you sometimes hear about the MCO executing mutants they drag into the woods, but I was pretty sure I was fine here. What with my witnesses outside. I think.
The doctor stared hard at his clipboard and scratched his head.
“Well, Mr Reiling... You do still prefer Mr yes?”
“Yes I do.”
“Alright, well, I’m sorry to say that I’m stumped. I’ve never come across a mutant who was so... well frankly, useless.” He said bluntly.
“I can definitely see that you got your position due to your people skills.” I muttered.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just that you have no power whatsoever. Aside from having the abilities of say, the common dog. I’m afraid that you can’t really do anything interesting at all. You look interesting or strange more likely to most, but aside from that there isn’t much else.”
“Well isn’t that just fucking amazing. I end up looking like this and get shit all to show for it. Satans flaming balls, everything is SUCKING lately!” I yelled.
“Well, I suppose I’m sorry. Anyway, we need you to fill out a registration form. Code name, powers, though maybe not that part. All the required fields.” He mumbled as he stood up to leave for his office with myself following behind.
It took me a minute for the codename part to register in my head. As I sat down on the opposite side of his desk I asked, “Why exactly would I need a codename? I’m not gonna be chucking on a suit and hitting people. I work at a comic shop.”
“It’s only something there to protect your identity. No need to use it.” He replied.
“But... what?” I stuttered at he placed the form in front of me.
I looked down at the form and sighed in resignation.
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The examiner stared at me with a hard expression and I stared blankly back at him. He coughed into his hand and sighed.
“Mr Reiling... I hope you realise that these form are government issued. You have a legal responsibility to take them seriously and provide correct information when completing them.”
“I did take it seriously. Well, not really. But I all the information I put down was serious. I wasn’t but, it was.” I replied plainly.
“Are you meaning to tell me that you are serious when you say you want your superhero codename to be ‘Bob’?” He growled at me while rubbing his forehead.
“There it is again. Hey idiot! I’m not going to be some superhero or super anything! Why do I have to keep telling you this? If you won’t take me seriously, then I won’t take your form seriously.” I grumbled angrily. For the past ten minute I had been trying to convince this dumb-arse that I had no plans on chucking on a costume and fighting crime. Especially seeing as how I apparently can’t do anything anyway in terms of super powers. It was bad enough that I was required to actually make a codename for myself regardless of my plans, but this Douchebag seemed to think that he was responsible for making it a good one.
“You really want to be called ‘Bob’? Fine then, it’s your mistake.” He said as he took the form and put it on top of a pile on his desk in that little ‘out’ bin.
He sighed and then looked back at me, “Well then. If you’re quite sure about such a terrible codename then I think we are done here. Your Mutant Identification will be sent to your address in a few days.”
I perked up and said, “Really? Great. I’m fucking out of this place then; I never want to see it again.”
“Oh, before you go. Are you planning on doing anything about your name? I personally think you should change it.” He asked me curiously.
I turned back at him and slapped my forehead, “Oh my god, didn’t we just finish this? I don’t care about the codename so no-“
“No, no. Not that,” he interrupted, “I’m talking about your name. Mick just doesn’t suit a girl, don’t you think. Perhaps you should adopt a more feminine name in order to help you adjust.”
I rested my chin in my hand for a minute to contemplate what he was suggesting. After a little while I looked up at him and I said,
“That is probably the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life. You... you know, call me crazy if you want but at the moment; ‘my name not suiting me because people say so’ isn’t even close to being in my top fucking fifty priorities.”
“B-but a male name just doesn’t suit you anymore!” he stammered.
“Buddy, ‘Mick’ doesn’t suit anyone.” I said as I left the office and closed the door.
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I walked out into the waiting room to find that my unwanted companions were still there and still unwanted.
Chris looked up and leapt to his feet, “You’re done! Well!? Do you have awesome super powers?”
I shook my head, “No.”
Both of them looked down and sighed, “Awww....”
“No laser eyes...” I heard Warren mutter.
I looked at them both and thought for a second. It was then I made an important decision.
“You know what guys? Fuck it. Let’s go get something to eat. You arse-holes are better company then any other arse-holes I know.”
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“So, how goes the recruitment drive?”
“Poorly, sir. Our current staff is competent enough, however we are in need of more personnel.”
“I know that. That’s why I sent you out to look for potential candidates. Why do you always feel the need to repeat everything I say right back to me?”
“Sorry sir. I prefer to be thorough, it’s been a preference of mine since I-.”
“Yes, yes. I’m aware. My god, you probably talk all the applicants to death, that’s why we don’t have any. Well, it can’t be helped. I suppose it’s been long enough since I last went out to greet my potential staff personally...”
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“Can I touch them?”
“Fuck off.” I growled at the ten billionth annoying customer asking if my looks were real.
The dopey looking teen gave me a dirty look and walked off to look at the card selections and I leaned onto the counter and closed my eyes. It had been a few days since the power testing went down and I hadn’t done much but come to work and play games. That and deal with douche bags who like to ask lots of questions and don’t get what the evil eye is, or douche bags who seem to think that I part of some kind of plague and the cure is to yell at me. Occasionally some people from Humanity First decide to picket mutants in general just outside the mall and now that I was one of the things that they hate unconditionally, their constant yelling was even more annoying now that it tended to follow me a bit inside as well.
There was the added bonus that some of the people from the mob followed me into the store and were loitering around for whatever reason. I think anyway, they all look pretty much the same to me. I probably should’ve been a little concerned that a bunch of psychopaths who hate me were hanging out in my workspace but I wasn’t planning on doing anything unless they did. The only real illegal thing going on was people taking my picture when they thought I wasn’t looking. It had been happening for days now and I gave up on trying to stop them halfway through my first day back. I was a little unsettled that some of them might be fantasy fans with a little too much interest in Orcs but I decided to do better things with my time. Like playing some role-playing board game with Chris and Warren while ignoring customers. Always fun.
Apparently Warren had designed the character sheets for us the night before. He made Chris a human Swords master who specialises in dual wielding. He made me some kind of Orc, of course, Templar who specialises in healing allies and being a bit of a tank. And as for Warren, he made himself some kind of master wizard that specialises in lightning powers.
It was kind of fun but after a few hours of playing and waiting for the Humanity First goons to fuck off I decided to go out and get a late lunch. I didn’t really have a usual place that I went to but I felt like going to a cafe. Maybe get a milkshake or something.
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When I arrived the reaction was a mix of interest, disgust, and trendy hipster Douchebag. There were a couple in the corner. I think there was one abusing the cafe staff because his coffee wasn’t organic or something. I don’t know. Or care.
I just made my way over to a relatively quiet corner and pulled out my laptop. I was thinking of playing something along the lines of Neverwinter Nights or something. Nothing too hardcore. Just something fun to play over a milkshake and a muffin.
I was just starting up the game when I noticed someone walking up to my table. I didn’t really think much of it until they pulled up a chair and sat on the opposite side of the table from me. I looked up to see what looked like some kind of celebrity or high profile dick-head with gold tinted sunglasses which obscured his eyes completely. His dark black hair with a weird white steak was parted to the left and along with his admittedly impressive CEO beard and moustache, he generally had the look of a tool.
He placed his suit case beside the table and looked me dead in the eyes. Taking off his sunglasses he said in a friendly tone, “Hello there, Mick. I have a business proposition for you.”
“You can call me Mr. Gold.”
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There we go. Chapter two is up and disgracefully late to boot. The perfect combo. As you can probably see in this chapter the whole name changing thing that happens in a lot of stories is a bit of a pet peeve of mine.
'Oh. My body is different. Time to immediately change my name, cause it doesn't suit me. Good enough reason as any. I mean, it's only my name I've had since birth.'
I dunno. It works sometimes but other times it just seems completely out of nowhere, out of place and pretty unnecessary. But that's just me.
Anyway, always happy to get reviews. Good or bad, always fun. Until next time.