Chapter 1: Chapter 1

“Seriously? You said that to a professor?” Jason snickered. “Not trying to
earn any brownie points, are you?”
“Hey, he was being a dick,” Rob shrugged in response. “What was I
supposed to do? Sit there and take it?”
“...yeeeeees? He can make your life a living hell for the rest of the
semester.”
“Bring it on.”
Rob suppressed a smile as Jason laughed. The situation was pretty funny,
and he would be paying for his backsass for the rest of the semester, but Rob
also knew that Jason would get more of a kick out of his dilemma if he kept a
straight face. As far as he was concerned, it was all worth it; his friend’s
laughter was the kind that lit up the room and washed away your troubles. It
was always fun watching him just...enjoy life. Made it easier for Rob to enjoy
his own.
They made a strange pair, two college sophomores walking side-by-side
through campus, weaving their way around crowds of frantic students who
were regretting their life choices as they ran to beat the buzzer before being
late to class. Rob would be the first to admit that he was fairly unremarkable;
an inch or two below six feet, a bit of muscle hidden under baggy clothing,
and the kind of face that would make a girl look twice – not because he was

some sort of Greek god, but because she would need some time before
(hopefully) deciding: “Eeeeeh, you’ll do.”
Jason, on the other hand, was built like a brick shithouse. His body mass
was largely made up of protein shakes and he had features chiseled out of
stone. A combination of hard work and genetics had given him a physique
that made him the rising star of their college’s football team. He was the kind
of person that many guys secretly hated, and who all of them wanted to be.
He was also the nicest guy Rob had ever met. Even Jason’s most jealous
detractors couldn’t keep the burning flame of resentment smoldering for long
when they met the guy, because Jason greeted everyone the same; without
judgment and with open arms. Rob considered himself incredibly lucky that
he’d been best friends with Jason since childhood; where would he have been
without his favorite partner-in-crime, making poor life decisions and
pretending they never had?
It was hard to imagine the rest of his life without Jason walking alongside
him, trading jokes, being the best man at each other’s weddings, and sitting
back in creaky old rocking chairs as they yelled at kids to get off their lawn.
Even if a small part of him envied Jason’s eye-catching good looks and
ability to charm anyone he met – drawing the attention of girls with him
around was an exercise in futility – it was dwarfed by his love and respect for
the man.
Even if Jason’s sports scholarship meant that he would graduate free of
student debt, the bastard.
It was for all those reasons that the next 30 seconds played out the way
they did.
“I’m not saying I’m not stupid or reckless,” Rob continued. “I’m just
saying that I made life more interesting, and isn’t that...mostly worth it?”
Rob waited for a response; a laugh, a retort, something. He stopped
walking and frowned. “Come on man, it’s not going to be that bad-” he said
as he turned around, the words catching in his throat. He blinked once, twice,
but every time he opened his eyes, the sight was still there.
A pitch black hole in the world at least ten feet tall and wide had opened
up in the middle of the campus. Rob felt his eyes begin to dry out and sting as
he looked into the void, his retinas prickling like he’d been staring at the sun
for too long. A cold tingling crept up his spine as he found himself unable to
tear his gaze away, transfixed, whispers crawling into his ears.
The rising crescendo of screams broke him from his reverie. Students
were fleeing in droves, practically trampling each other in their struggle to
get away from the pocket of wrongness that had invaded their pleasant,
everyday normalcy. Rob blinked, a voice – his voice, not the whispers –
yelling in his head. Not a word, but pure, unfiltered emotion.
Run.
“JASON! WE HAVE TO GO!” Rob pulled him along. More accurately,
he tried to, but Jason had a good 50 pounds on him and was rooted to his
spot; moving a statue would have been easier.
“Rob,” Jason croaked, in a scratchy tone. “I can’t move.” His friend
looked downwards. Rob did the same and tensed, his heart pounding in his
chest as he finally noticed the tendrils of shadow creeping their way out of
the void and encircling Jason’s legs.
Sounds rang out from inside the hole; the first Rob had heard since it
appeared. Metal clanging on metal, clear as day.
Later, Rob would marvel at where he found the strength to do what he did
next. Jason weighed well over 200 pounds and was immobilized
by...whatever those shadow things were. Maybe he’d summoned some inner
reserve of strength, like when mothers occasionally hulked out and lifted cars
off their trapped children. Regardless of how it happened, it did happen; a
single motion with more consequences than he ever could have anticipated.
Rob put every ounce of force he could into a heavy tackle that pushed Jason
aside. Only by a foot or so, but that was enough.
A linked chain shot out of the blackness in the time it took Rob to flinch.
Just before it collided with his arm, the end of the chain snapped open into a
shackle that clamped down painfully on Rob’s wrist. Then he was flying, torn
off his feet like a weed being plucked from the dirt. Rob craned his head
towards Jason, but he was unable to hear his friend’s wide-eyed shout, the
darkness already enshrouding his ears and stifling all sound outside of his breathing.
Then the portal closed, and he was in nothing.
Cold. Suffocating. Unnatural. The darkness was all that and more. It had
to be similar to what a person might feel if they were adrift in space without
an astronaut’s suit on, except that space, wouldn't be wriggling and caressing
every inch of his body like some vast, all-encompassing organism. Rob
panicked and took a breath, immediately regretting his action as the darkness
flooded down his throat and into his lungs, keeping his mouth pried open no
matter how hard he tried to close it. It forced out what little air was there and
made itself comfortable as Rob’s strength fled him, his thoughts growing
murkier as he gradually stopped struggling.
The last thing he sensed before the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness
took him was a voice echoing throughout the void. Inside and outside of his
mind. Ubiquitous and uncaring. Rob’s eyes closed as the words seared
themselves into his memories.
“Hmm...you’ll do”.
–
The first thing that Rob did when he woke was breathe, then breathe, then
breathe some more. Euphoric air flooded his lungs. Oxygen wasn’t
something anyone should ever be forced to realize they were taking for
granted.
Once he’d had his fill of wonderful, precious O2, Rob snapped to
attention at the realization that he was still in darkness. Panic almost set
in before he noticed that, at the end of wherever he was, there were rays of
light hesitantly cracking through the pitch black dark. Rob scrambled towards
the glinting salvation like a starving man who’d spotted a buffet table,
flinging himself out of the cave entrance to bask in the glory of the sun.
God, this feels amazing, he thought. I’ll never spend a week cooped up
inside ever again. Not even if it's finals week and I need to cram as I’ve
never crammed before. The sun is a gift to be cherished, just like the breeze,
and the...purple...grass?
Rob rubbed his eyes, but the grass refused to be anything but purple. Now
that his post-sun high had worn off, he was able to fully take in his
surroundings, and what he saw sent his head spinning. Groupings of trees
covered the landscape, thick enough that he couldn’t see the horizon through
the gaps in what was a forest. In fact, outside of the small clearing
he was in, the canopies of the trees prevented much of the sun from getting
through, casting the forest in an omnipresent half-light. The tree trunks
weren’t purple, but the leaves were blue, which was annoyingly inconsistent.
A part of him huffed at the difference; fresh leaves and fresh grass should be
the same color even if neither of them had chosen to be green that day.
Inane thoughts like that were effective at staving off panic attacks, so he
let them run rampant as he processed what happened. Slowly.
Chirping birds serenaded Rob as he realized many more things in
succession. First, his clothes were different; his haphazardly-chosen jeans and
baggy sweatshirt had been replaced with sturdy brown traveling pants and
some sort of dark blue tunic. Second, a mild pressure in the back of his
thoughts was calling on him to think of a specific phrase, and it was growing
harder to ignore as time passed. And third, he had a freaking sword strapped
to his back.
Rob gingerly pulled it free from its sheath, marveling at the stainless gray
steel. It was relatively short, only about two feet long, but it felt comfortable
in his grip and lighter than one might have guessed. He idly swung it around,
blades of grass being indiscriminately slaughtered by a blade of steel. Wasn’t
the toughest of stress tests, but at first blush, it was sharp. Sharp enough to
wound.
The pressure in his mind grew and poked him again. Fine, Rob grumbled
internally. If it’ll make you happy: ‘Character Sheet.’
A rectangular box filled with words popped into existence, leisurely
floating in the air in front of him. Had he been the Rob of ten minutes ago, he
might have been shocked. Frantic, even. The Rob of now was well past that.
At this point, a hovering translucent box of info was just another bit of weird
shit he was going to have to roll with.
He read it over, eyes narrowing further after every distressing line, which
was all of them.
Character Sheet
Name: Rob
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: N/A
HP: 110 / 110
Stamina: 90 / 90
MP: 50 / 50
Status Effects: N/A
Strength: 13
Vitality: 11
Endurance: 9
Dexterity: 10
Perception: 9
Mind: 19
Magic: 5
Active Skills:
Identify (LV 2)
Recall (LV 1)
Passive Skills:
Human Racial Bonus – Fast Learner
Speed Reading (LV 2)
???
Rob read it over, then stared, then read it again, then stared some more.
“Huh.”
He hefted his shortsword and very, very gently dragged it across the tip of
his finger. No more than the equivalent of a paper cut. It stung, and the blood
that seeped out – thankfully red, and not indigo or some shit – was warm and
sticky. Too real to be a dream, so that was Hypothesis A ruled right out.
“Maybe some advanced form of Virtual Reality?” he wondered
aloud. “...On second thought, better not go down that route. If I start second guessing the nature of reality itself, I’ll go crazier even faster than I already
am.”
And thus Hypothesis B was taken out back and shot. Unfortunately, there
was no Hypothesis C. Nothing sufficient enough to explain why he had a
status page straight out of a video game taking up space in his head.
You know, I’m being pretty calm about this, Rob thought. No freakout or
anything.
His chest constricted as his hands began to sweat. Oh, there it is.
–
After his panic attack had subsided, Rob took stock of his situation once
more. He didn’t remotely know where or when he was, all he had to his name
was a sword, an empty waterskin, and the clothes on his back, and
civilization was nowhere in sight. On the plus side, he had 5 Magic points
and 50 MP, which meant:
“Fireball!” Rob stuck out his hand and pushed out the latent energy
hidden within his soul. Nothing happened. The chirping of the birds was beginning to sound suspiciously like laughter.
“Should start smaller,” he mumbled. “What’s the most basic of the basic
magic I can think of? How about Orb of Light!”
No dice. Neither was Move Leaf, Move Earth, or Fuck You Why Won’t
This Work. Eventually, Rob was forced to accept defeat, unable to stomach
the mounting secondhand embarrassment he was feeling towards himself.
“Probably need more than 5 Magic points to cast a spell. And a
teacher to help me do more than flail about in the dark.” He involuntarily
shuddered at the reminder of the dark. “Where’s a wise old man in robes
when you need him?”
Probably at home sipping tea by the fireside, he answered for himself.
Rob looked past the clearing he was in and out into the forest beyond. The
thick foliage made it impossible to tell where the closest patch of civilization
was. His best bet was probably going to end up being picking a random
direction and walking around until he found something, and the fact that he
couldn’t come up with any better ideas was more than a little distressing.
Maybe it would be better to rethink that plan on a full stomach; he was
getting kind of hungry, and whatever force that had so graciously dropped
him off here had neglected to give him any food. There had to be something
to attained: Status Effect – Hunger (Mild)
Rob glared unamusedly at the floating words as they dissipated into wisps
of blue.
–
Two hours of foraging produced mixed results. He’d scrounged up some
yellow berries and brown mushrooms, which was good. They were also
untested and he didn’t have a field guide, which was bad. Rob rolled a berry
around in his hand, imagining how juicy and sweet it must be. He wasn’t
going to get any less hungry anytime soon, and he wasn’t confident in his
ability to hunt wild game. No squirrel or rabbit was going to stand around
long enough for him to hit them with his sword, and even if by some grace of
god he caught one, he also didn’t know how to start a fire to cook and make it
safe for consumption. Media had made it look so easy, but rubbing two sticks
together had yet to yield results. The outdoorsy type, he was not.
A thought in his head nudged him. This time, he followed its advice
without hesitation. ‘Identify.’
Name: Yellow Grape
Description: A fruit native to the Ixatan Forest.
...well, at least he knew what to call his new abode.
Rob sighed and popped the berry into his mouth. “You better not be
poisonous,” he chewed, talking with his mouth open. No one around to judge
me for bad manners! Mom would be so annoyed right now.
...Mom…
The berry was juicy, sweet, and delicious, and he found himself
completely unable to enjoy it.
At least it didn’t end up being poisonous.
–
After eating enough berries to make a message cheerfully pop up and
inform him that his Hunger status had been removed, Rob scooped up as
much food as he could hold and went out in search of water. Providence
smiled on him – fucking finally – and he quickly managed to locate a small
brook running down gently sloped terrain. The water looked crystal clear and
was probably full of parasites, but thirsty beggars couldn’t be choosers. He
drank until he was content, drank a little more just in case, then filled his
waterskin up to the top. After that, he turned around and started walking back
the way he came, content that he’d managed to satisfy his body’s
necessities for the day.
He would take whatever victories he had.
Being alone with his thoughts gave him time to calm his racing mind and
think things through in greater clarity. He still didn’t know which direction to
head in to reach civilization, but that didn’t mean he should just wander off
and pray for the best. Now that he had access to food and water, he could

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afford to take his time. He would transform the area where he woke up into a
sort of base camp – specifically, he’d woken up in a small cave, and while the
notion of spending more time in the dark left his skin crawling, it was safer
than sleeping out in the open. Once he’d gotten settled in, he could branch
out, establish more camps at various parts of Ixatan Forest, clear paths to
assist in navigation and try to find indicators that people had been in the
area. It might take a while, but if he played it safe and smart, he had a betting
chance at making it through in one piece.
Yeah. I got this. I survived my freshman year of college – what’s a little
hiking in the woods compared to that?
Rob reached his soon-to-be headquarters and froze, dropping his bundle
of berries and mushrooms as his hands fell to his sides. Each breath he took
thundered in his ears as he took small steps backward, praying to whatever
deity was listening that there weren’t any brittle sticks behind him to tread
on. In the quiet ambiance of the forest, the snapping of a single twig could
echo outwards like a gunshot.
And alert his visitor.
‘Identity.’
Name: Frenzied Wolf
Level: 6
Status: Frenzied, Infected, Emaciated
Description: Stronger than a standard wolf from your home world.
The beast was hideous. An elongated face tipped by a smashed snout
sniffed the ground, teeth jutting out in ways that would make a dentist recoil
in disgust. Bone spurs pierced out from beneath its skin in random
formations, little trickles of blood seeping out of the wounds as the spurs
rubbed skin and flesh raw. Mats of fur had fallen off, revealing skin tightly
compressed against its rib cage and stomach. Black stains were left on the
ground wherever it stepped. Watching it filled Rob with an indescribable
dread; even more, than he would have expected from encountering a
slavering hell beast.
His prayers were answered. There were no dry sticks behind him as he
backed away.
Then the breeze picked up and changed direction, blowing the air around
him towards the wolf.
It sniffed once before snapping its head in his direction, red glowing eyes
locking onto his. The creature let out a strangled howl that shook the leaves
and made his blood run cold.
An instant later, it lunged.
Rob moved by primal instinct. He swerved around a tree, barely avoiding
the blender of fangs and claws that sailed past him, hands fumbling for the
the hilt of his sword. Once, twice, then three times it took before his trembling
fingers managed to grasp the blade and pull it free, and even then he almost
dropped it when the beast let out another horrifying wail of pain and
yearning.
Can’t go back into the woods, he thought, mind racing a mile a minute.
Wolf is there. The terrain is too uneven. Disadvantage. The best bet is base camp. Will
never outrun it. Have to fight the creature bounded around the tree in huge leaps, its warped bones
creaking audibly. It stared him down, creeping forward for only a moment
before jumping at him, slobbering jaws opened wide and hungry.
Rob didn’t think. He didn’t even aim. His body moved the sword, and it
went where it went.
The sword was carved through the wolf’s midsection with barely a hint of
resistance. Skin, flesh, and even bone parted casually in the face of the
weapon which was now Rob’s second-best friend. It damn near bisected the
beast.
None of this did anything to halt the wolf’s forward momentum or
prevent it from clamping down its jaws on Rob’s arm and tearing out a
a massive chunk of flesh before collapsing to the ground.
Rob’s screeches of pain drowned out the wolf’s piteous whimpers. He
stared in abject shock at his arm, which was now much less of an arm,
missing flesh, and muscle, and he could see bone.
Blood was pouring out like a faucet. He grasped it with his other hand
and put pressure on the wound, manic laughter spilling out of his mouth, but
his efforts were as effective as if he’d tried to plug up that very same faucet
with a thimble. Blood ran free because his whole hand could only cover half
the wound, because most of his forearm was fucking gone and-
An instinct poked at his brain. He was barely able to comprehend it
considering what had just happened, but enough of his mind remained
cognizant enough to follow its advice and open up his Character Sheet.
HP: 65 / 110
Stamina: 68 / 90
MP: 50 / 50
Status Effects: Bleeding (Severe)
He didn’t have time to be exasperated at the Status Effect telling him
what he already knew. With every half-second that passed, his HP ticked
down a little bit more, creeping closer and closer towards 0. Tick. Minus 1
HP. Tick. Minus 2 HP.
I’m bleeding out.
That simple statement of fact snapped him out of his shock. Rob pulled
his tunic off as quickly as he could and wrapped it around the gouge in his
arm, ignoring the ludicrous amount of pain he was feeling as he pressed
down hard and kept it there despite the burning agony it caused. He chanced
a peek at his HP with the same morbid fascination of someone eyeballing a
crashed car on the side of the road. The rate at which it was ticking down had
slowed, but by a barely noticeable amount.
40 HP. Tick. 39 HP. Tick.
Rob laid down on the ground and put his arm on his stomach to keep it
elevated. Blood continued to flow out of the wound and onto his chest,
having already soaked his tunic from top to bottom. He belatedly realized that
the wolf was next to him on the ground, twitching and moaning, but if it had
enough energy and spite to take a snap at him after nearly being cut in half
then it fucking deserved the kill.
20 HP. Tick.
“Fuck this,” Rob spat through grit teeth. “I’m not dying here. You think
you can just send me here and throw me to the wolves, whoever you
are, you piece of shit? Think I’m gonna take it laying down? No. Not in a
million years. I’ll walk this off in no time, and I’ll find you, and I’ll kick your
ass. Do you hear me? I’m not dying here.”
6 HP. Tick.
“YOU HEAR ME? I’M NOT DYING HERE!”
The wolf let out one final, piteous whimper, and stopped twitching.
Enemy Defeated: Frenzied Wolf
Reached Level 2!
5 Stat Points Gained!
First-Time Level Bonus: 5 Additional Stat Points Gained!
RARE Active Skill Gained!
Name: Do Not Go Gently (RARE)
Prerequisites: Vitality 10, go through a near-death experience, and
exhibit the unyielding will to survive.
Description: When HP falls below 25%, double Vitality and the
effectiveness of all defense and Vitality-based skills.
Duration: 1 Minute
Cooldown: 15 Minutes
A sudden rush of euphoria rushed through his veins. Rob gaped at the litany
of messages, wasting a precious moment where another tick transpired,
before his mind went into overdrive. He embraced the instinct in the back of
his head – the instinct which had gone from poking him to shaking him by
the throat – and did what he needed to do.
Do Not Go Gently activated.
Put 10 stat points into Vitality.
Passive Skill Gained!
Name: Tough Skin
Prerequisite: Vitality 20, take grievous physical damage at least once.
Description: Reduces physical damage incurred by 10%.
Passive Skill Gained!
Name: Regeneration
Prerequisite: Vitality 20
Description: Heals 10% of Max HP every hour.
Cool.
Rob looked at his Character Sheet.
HP: 104 / 210 (Temp HP: 208 / 420)
Status Effects: Bleeding (High), Do Not Go Gently (Time Remaining: 58
Seconds)
1 Vitality equaled 10 HP. 10 Vitality meant 100 additional currents and
max health.
HP was still going down. But there was a lot more of it now. And every
now and then, it ticked back up.
Yeah. That would have to do.
Tired. Everything fading. Darkness encroaching...no, not darkness,
sleep.
Guess I’ll see if it worked by waking up again.
–
Rob stirred, his consciousness rising into existence as the comfort of
sleep faded away. He was awake – but his eyelids hadn’t gotten the message
yet. He pushed, and pushed until at last, they creaked open.
And immediately shut them again as water splashed on top of his
eyeballs. Water was splashing everywhere on him. He was soaked
to the bone and more than a little cold.
“It started raining?” Rob sighed. “Is this some kind of cosmic joke?”
No one answered.
Rob brought up his Character Sheet, which thankfully he didn’t need to
have his eyes open to look at.
HP: 17 / 210
Stamina: 18 / 90
Status Effects: Bleeding (Minor)
His eyes were glued to the screen. Two simple letters and two simple
numbers decided whether he would live or die. He waited, every second
lasting an eternity. Panic welled up within him when his HP ticked down, but
it ticked back up shortly after, and then again after he waited a few minutes.
For every 1 HP lost to bleeding, he regenerated 2. Approximately.
Another brain poke reminded him that Do Not Go Gently was off
cooldown, and could be used again. He activated it a heartbeat later.
Good enough. Guess I beat the buzzer. Wonder if hitting 0 is the end,
though. Maybe I can go a bit below and be okay?
The core of his being told him in no uncertain terms that no, he wouldn’t
be. HP wasn’t just an abstract number; it was a representation of his body’s
ability to keep on going. If he hit 0, it was because he was dead. Period.
He felt a chill, and it wasn’t from the rain.
With laborious movements, he sat himself up and made his way toward
the cave. Moving sucked and his arm still hurt like a bitch, but if he stayed
out in the rain anymore he would catch his death of cold. Literally. Would be
embarrassing to survive a wolf attack and get finished off by the sniffles.
He glanced at where the wolf had fallen. In the time since he’d passed
out, the wolf had somehow melted into a black sludge that was in the process
of being washed away by the rain. It smelled like old rotten meat. If Rob had
the energy to gag, he would have.
Rob positioned himself inside the cave, right by the entrance, deep
enough inside to shield himself from the rain but as far away from the
shadowed interior as possible. He leaned back against the wall, getting
comfortable as best as he could with stone protrusions digging into the back,
and resigned himself to a long period of waiting for his magical regeneration
skill and 10 vague points of artificial hardiness he’d pumped into his body to
do their thing.
Which was... something to be examined in greater detail when
he wasn’t 90% dead.
Minutes passed. His hands got cold, so he shoved them into his pockets.
And felt a crinkle.
Rob pulled out the small scrap of parchment that had been stashed in his
pocket, so thin that he’d never realized it was there. The note was
waterlogged by the rain and stained with blood, but the two words written on
it in flowery penmanship were just legible enough to read.
“Good luck.”
–
Character Sheet
Name: Rob
Level: 2
Race: Human
Class: N/A
HP: 20 / 210
Stamina: 18 / 90
MP: 50 / 50
Status Effects: Bleeding (Minor), Morbid Realization
Strength: 13
Vitality: 21
Endurance: 9
Dexterity: 10
Perception: 9
Mind: 19
Magic: 5
Unspent Points: 0
Active Skills:
Identify (LV 2)
Recall (LV 1)
Do Not Go Gently (LV 1) (RARE)
Passive Skills:
Human Racial Bonus – Fast Learner
Speed Reading (LV 2)
Regeneration (LV 1)
Tough Skin (LV 1)
???
–
Active Skills
Name: Identify (LV 2)
Prerequisites: Mind 15, spend at least one year of your life specifically
seeking out new knowledge.
Description: Imparts knowledge of the scanned object to the user.
Cooldown: N/A
Name: Recall (LV 1)
Prerequisites: Mind 15
Description: Activate to permanently remember any written or spoken
words read/heard by the user within the last five minutes. Words committed
to memory through Recall can be forgotten at will at any time. Max 200
words stored.
Cooldown: 1 Hour
Name: Do Not Go Gently (LV 1) (RARE)
Prerequisites: Vitality 10, go through a near-death experience, and
exhibit the unyielding will to survive.
Description: When HP falls below 25%, double Vitality and double the
effectiveness of all defense and Vitality-based skills.
Duration: 1 Minute
Cooldown: 15 Minutes
Passive Skills
Name: Speed Reading (LV 2)
Prerequisites: Mind 15, read at least 10 lengthy books.
Description: Your reading speed is increased by 20% without a
reduction in memory retention or comprehension.
Name: Regeneration (LV 1)
Prerequisite: Vitality 20
Description: Heals 10% of Max HP every hour.
Name: Tough Skin (LV 1)
Prerequisite: Vitality 20, take grievous physical damage at least once.
Description: Reduces physical damage incurred by 10%.
???
Prerequisites: Reach Level 99, and ???

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