Lindsey was bored out of her skull.
It wasn't that she didn't appreciate what her sister was trying to do for her- even if she specifically said that she didn't like hanging around a bunch of strangers! -but she just wasn't enjoying herself at all! She was much happier battling the Covenant on-line in Halo, or chatting with her writing group over Facebook, or watching some stupid cartoon while pigging out on cookies in her room! She had fun doing that! Sitting in the corner of some weirdo's house while Barb chatted it up with the rest of the high school seniors left something to be desired.
She sighed, swirling the punch around in the red plastic cup she held. (Barb made sure it wasn't spiked.) She already counted all the knotholes on the bench she was sitting on, so she decided to scan the room, take in all the Seniors who'd come. ...she didn't care, she just wanted to go back home and play some video games, and nobody here was playing any video games!
"Well," she sighed, raising her cup in a mock toast, "here's to forever being a wallflower..."
"I'll drink to that!" someone next to her said, causing the young sophomore to start in shock. She turned around and saw a scraggly guy with a beard sitting next to her, knocking back a beer. "...Ah, that's goooood self pity!"
Eep! she squealed internally, quickly scooting as far to the side as she could with outright falling off the bench. When did he get there? she wondered, I thought I was alone over here! I didn't hear him sit down...maybe he's magic!
"So," the guy said, finishing the last of his drink, "what's your stor-"
"Are you magic?" she blurted out, her mouth moving ahead of her brain. Her face rouged almost immediately, and she twiddled her fingers in embarrassment. "I mean, um...Hi...," she managed, wishing the she could just load a previous save state and do the the encounter over again. "...I'm Lindsey."
"Miles," the guy reciprocated, extending a hand, "Nice to meet you." He stared at her quizzically as they shook, "Have I seen you before?"
"Probably," she said, "we do go to the same school after all..."
"Really? Huh, small world."
"Yeah! So...," she gestured with her cup, "why are you out there with all the rest of them?"
Miles shrugged, "I dunno; I guess I'm just to cool for this crowd, you know?" He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head, "Yeah, I'm a bit too mature for the football/trendy clothes/reality TV crowds that like to dominate these types of gatherings. I'm a bit edgy than that; 'fringe', if you will."
Lindsey processed this, nodding. "So you don't like being here either," she deduced.
"Yeah, pretty much," he confessed, his confidence evaporating. He raised his empty bottle, "To the socially awkward?"
"To the socially awkward." She raised her cup once again, and took another sip of the (not spiked) punch.
"So, uh...you seem a little young to be here," Miles noted hesitantly.
"Yeah," she explained, "I kinda got dragged here by my sister. She's...she can be a little overzealous sometimes." She pointed to a tall, blonde girl chatting it up with a group of students, "That's her there."
"Wait, you're sisters with Barb?!" He looked at the girl sitting next to him: she was a little on the short side, with neck length, crimson hair and a cherub-like face. Then he looked over at Barb: tall, blonde, and a face that broke more than a few hearts during the last four years.
Then he looked back at Lindsey.
She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "I was...kind of adopted," she said, "My mom knew her dad from way back when, so they took me in when I didn't have anywhere else to go."
"That...certain explains why you two look so different," he said, unable to think of anything else that would break the sudden awkward tension that now hung in the air between them.
Fortunately for both of them, Barb chose that moment to come over and see how her little sister was doing.
"What gives, Linds?" the blonde asked, plopping down between them, "I brought you along so you could meet some new people, not sit in the corner the whole night!"
"I said I didn't want to come," she pouted, talking into her cup, "You know I don't have fun at these things..."
"What! Everybody has fun at these parties, they're all about having fun!"
"Then why isn't anyone playing on the Xbox?" She pointed over to the entertainment center across the room, where said video game console was sitting abandoned under the TV.
Barb rolled her eyes, "Because it's not that kind of party; everybody's here to socialize and talk with other people! Other than you, show me one person here who isn't having a good time."
"I'm not," Miles interjected, raising his hand.
"Shut up, nobody asked you!" Barb snapped before turning back to her sister. "Look," she said, "practically all you ever do at home is sit in your room and play video games and chat with people you've never actually met in real life, and frankly, I don't think it's entirely healthy for someone your age to be doing that."
Miles was looking incredibly uncomfortable now.
"So, I'm just gonna...over there," he said, gesturing vaguely away from the adopted sisters as he subtly made his exit.
"Barb," Lindsey said, "I know you care about me, and I know you mean well, but...I just don't..." She stumbled over her words, trying to figure out how to explain that she just wanted to go home. In the end, she just decided to be direct. "Look, I'm not having a good time and I don't want to be here. Can I please go home?"
Barb sighed, shaking her head. "That kinda defeats the point of me bringing you with me...," she muttered under her breath. "Tell you what, give me like twenty minutes to touch base with all my friends, and I'll bring you home."
"Thanks, Sis-"
"On the condition that you find someone to talk to until then," she continued, folding her arms over her chest and grinning smugly.
"...You're mean."
"Love you too!" She patted Lindsey on the shoulder, "Happy socializing!" With that she got up and headed back into the throng,
"No, wait, come back!" Lindsey called as Barb disappeared into the crowd of 17 year olds, reaching feebly after her. "...dammit." Sighing, she got up and started walking around, hoping that someone would decided to ask her what she was doing so she could claim she talked with someone. She wished Miles hadn't mysteriously disappeared, he actually seemed like a somewhat not horrendous to talk to. After what she guess was about five minutes she sat back down on her bench. This time she checked to see if anyone else was sitting down, lest she get a repeat of the episode with Miles.
Sure enough, there was a guy sitting on the other end of the bench with a stack of notebooks next to him, furiously writing in one of them.
"Um, excuse me?" she asked, holding up her finger, "Uh, what are you doing?"
"Trying to balance the combat," he answer, as though she knew what he was talking about, "but there's not really any way to know if it works without people to help me test it." He opened another notebook, made a notation in it, then went back to the previous one. "My normal group all has other plans, so I'll have to wait until next weekend before I can even try to test it out practically."
Lindsey leaned over and peeked at the notebook the guy left open, trying to decipher the handwriting.
"...'Remnant'?" she wondered, reading the title at the top of the page.
"A little project I've been working on between classes," he explained. He stuck his pen in the binding rings and closed the book. "It's an RPG set in kind of a techno-fantasy world, with monsters and transforming weapons and the like."
"Sounds cool!" she said, genuinely interested. Finally, she found something interesting! "Can I try it?"
"I guess, though it would be better if we had more people..." He dug through his stack and pulled out one of the books. "This is the character creation," he explained, handing the book to Lindsey, "so just tear a page from the back and use it to make your character."
"Sure!" She hurriedly tore out a blank page and flipped to the front, reading as fast as she could; now she was started to have fun!
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"OK, here's my character!" Lindsey announced, handing the paper back to the guy, "Is it good enough?"
He looked the sheet over. "...Not too bad. I'm guessing you're a fan of Little Red Riding Hood?"
"Sorta. It's alright, but in the book you wrote that the Hooded Cape gives you a Speed and Agility bonus. Besides, I just like red clothes."
"...and the skirt?"
Lindsey didn't have an answer for that, simply shrugging. "It works with the corset?" she supplied weakly.
"Well, it's your character, who am I to judge?" Satisfied, he handed the sheet back her, grabbing a binder from the table behind him and opening it to a page near the beginning. "Alright, the scene starts in a small corner store in the City of Vale, which specializes in Dust."
"They sell dirt?" Lindsey wondered.
"No no, Dust is the the magic system in this game," he explained, Lindsey's face dawning in comprehension. "Anyway, you're currently in the back looking at the magazines. Now roll for- Oh..."
"What is it?"
"I wasn't expecting to actually play this tonight, so I didn't bring any dice with me. Although..." He dug his phone out of his back pocket and swiped through the screens before selecting an app. He handed it to Lindsey, "Here, just press the shape with the eight in it."
"Oh, OK. ...it says 2 now."
"Then you're really engrossed in the magazine you're reading, probably listening to music while you do. While you're doing that, a group of unsavory looking character enter the store, lead by a man who looks like Malcolm McDowell's character in A Clockwork Orange." When Lindsey looked confused, the guy explained, "Basically he wears an off white tailed coat, he wears a Bowler hat, he has a cane, and he has eyeshadow on."
"Oh...!"
"Anyway, he orders his goons to start collecting all the Dust in the store while he keeps an eye on the shopkeeper." He gently took his phone back from Lindsey, laying it on the table and pressing a shape with a ten in it; the result showed 4. "One of the goons hears the noise your headphones make and pulls out a machete, pointing it at you. 'Hands in the air, kid!' he tells you. Now roll a reaction."
"But I don't hear him, my music's up too loud," Lindsey pointed out, "How else could he hear what I was listening to?"
"That's...actually a good point. I didn't think of that. I'll have to fix that before I show it a publisher... OK then, in light that, he tries to get your attention again and fails. Fed up, he grabs you by the shoulder and spins you around, knocking your hood off and revealing the red headphones your wearing. He gestures for you to take them off."
"I take them off, then."
"'I said, put you hands in the air!' he repeats."
"I ask him if he's trying to rob me."
"He says yes, but very rudely do to the fact that you're apparently not getting it. Now roll the one with the six in it."
"...5."
"...and he rolls a 3. You see that he's about to attack and beat him to the punch. Roll a d12."
"The one with the twelve, right?"
"Correct."
"...9."
"Your attack sends him flying, skidding across the floor until a stand near the front of the store gets in his way. The guy in the Bowler hat gestures to another goon to take care of you, without actually looking up from the Dust crystal he's admiring. Unlike the last one, this goon has a gun."
"I run at the goon and tackle him to the floor!" She hit the d12 icon without being prompted. "Woohoo, 12!"
"...OK then, you move to tackle him. But next time, please wait until I tell you what to roll, OK?"
"Sorry..."
"That's fine, just don't get ahead of me. Let me just roll a save against that...3. You barrel into him and you both go flying through the front window, the goon getting knocked unconscious from the impact on the street outside. Roll the d8 for Landing."
"OK...5. Um, why do I need to do that?"
"Well, when I was designing this game I imagine that the combat would look like a Hong Kong action flick, which meant that the characters would be doing a lot of complicated jumps and maneuvers and stuff. This way, it limits what people can actually make their characters do, so they don't break the game with, say, something out of the Matrix."
"I've never seen that movie."
"Bullet time and the like."
"Ah!"
"Getting back to the game, you manage to land without falling over and pick yourself up. By this time, Bowler hat and the remaining Goons take notice of you and file outside. There are...," he rolls a d4, "...3 more goons, and they all charge at you with weapons drawn. You can either run away or start attacking them."
"Can I attack all of them at once?"
"I...guess so? I wouldn't really recommend it, but this is is just to test the combat system. Uh...roll a d20 for all three."
"'kay. ...Oooh, 17!"
"Wow, that was a good roll. You draw and unfold your weapon, a...," he pressed the d10 icon twice, then looked at a chart in his binder, "...sniper rifle/scythe combo, planting the blade into the ground and use it to catapult forward and kick one of the goons in the face, knocking him unconscious. You wrench the blade free and fire its gun, sending another of the henchmen flying. He..." He pressed the d12 icon, rolling a 2. "...is out of the fight for good. The last one fires his gun at you, but you dodge and knock him into the air, leaping up after him and knock him back down to the ground."
"Yes! Victory for Lindsey!"
"The goon lands next to Bowler hat, who snidely mutters something about the goons being worth every penny, and police sirens can be heard in the distance. He then turns to you and says 'Sorry I can't stick around anymore' and fires something out of his cane at you. Roll a d12 for damage."
"...9 again."
"You manage to avoid the blast by firing your sniper/scythe at the ground, propelling you into the air. Roll for landing."
"...6."
"You stick your landing, but now Bowler hat seems to have disappeared."
"OK. Um...he isn't running down the street, is he?"
The guy rolls. "...No, you don't see him running down the street. In fact, they appear to be completely deserted."
"...is he climbing up a building?"
"Interesting guess." He rolls again. "Yes, you see him climbing up a ladder to the the roof tops. Before you can rush after him, you hear the shopkeeper fretting over the broken window of his store."
"I tell him- no, I ask him if he minds if I go after the Bowler hat guy."
"Alright then, he...nods."
"I nod back and head up the ladder after Bowler hat- Um, question?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you think of a better name for him than 'Bowler hat guy'?"
The guy sighed. "I was planning on giving the NPCs names and back stories after I fixed the mechanical problems. Anyway, you catch up to him before he can slip away over the edge. Roll initiative."
"Which one is...?"
"D6."
"Oh, gotcha! ...2. That's not good, is it?"
"We'll see in a second. ...5. OK, you call for him to stop, and he does. Unfortunately..." He pressed the d20 icon, rolling an 18. "he's not alone anymore. A small, VTOL airship rises from the other side of the building you're on, and he tosses a crystal of red Dust at you, which he shoots, causing it to explode. Bowler hat jumps to safety on it. Roll d20 to save."
"Sure, why not? ...20! Yes!"
"Well done! That's the best roll you could have gotten; and because you rolled higher than Bowler hat did, that means you can counter his action with your own."
Lindsey rubbed her chin thoughtfully thinking the situation over. "...is there anyone else around who could come help me?"
"Let me check. ...You're in luck. As the smoke clears, it reveals that someone has blocked the explosion by a woman wearing a pencil skirt and a short cape with devil tails along the hem. She's holding what looks like a wand of some kind, and there's a glowing purple circle hovering in front of her. She waves her wand and the circle brakes apart into several streaks of light that she fires at the VTOL craft. It...rocks the craft but doesn't do much damage."
"Damn."
"Bowler hat disappears from sight, presumably to yell at the pilot. A moment later a woman wearing steps into the open bay. Her face is hidden in shadows, though you can make out what appear to be her eyes glowing in the dark."
"Is there any way I can see her?"
"At this point, nothing short of bringing the craft down and digging through the wreckage. I'm guessing you don't want to resort to that?"
"Well, what's my alignment?"
"Didn't you put that on your character sheet?"
Lindsey shook her head, "You didn't make that a requirement in the book."
"Well then, I guess you'll be Lawful Good; I haven't worked out the details yet, but my intention was for the player characters to be students being trained to protect the Four Kingdoms from evildoers. That's another thing I need to fix..."
"So is there a way to take that thing down without it crashing?"
"Give me a sec to check the Witch's character sheet-"
"But aren't witches Evil?"
"True, but this is my game, so this one is a good witch. You know, like Glynda from the Wizard of Oz."
"Oh. That's fair, I guess."
"Now, the good witch casts a storm spell over the VTOL craft-"
"Didn't you say this was supposed to be a Techno fantasy?"
"OK look," the guy snapped, "if you're going to continue criticizing my clearly unfinished game, then I'll just ask someone else to test this for me."
Lindsey blanched, horrified at the implication that she'd have to actually socialize; she was actually having fun playing with this guy, none of that pesky "getting to know people" or "people asking her how she was doing" or "she should just get over it" stuff that usually came with talking to people.
"I'll be good!" she blurted out, "Please don't leave me alone here; it's boring and I don't know anyone here and I'm actually having fun!" She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, "And my sister kinda told me that she'd take me home if I talked with someone for twenty minutes...I promise not to point out any more inconsistencies."
"...Alright. Can we get back to the game now?"
"Sure. Good Witch was casting a spell, right?"
"Indeed she was. And..." He pressed the d12 icon, rolling a 4. "...it doesn't do much outside of pelting the ship with some hail, maybe one or two stones break through the cockpit glass. After the hail stops, the mysterious woman in the red dress gathers up energy to fire at you and the Good Witch." He pressed the d12 icon. "...10. Roll to save."
"'Kay. ...10, yes!"
"And for the Good Witch...12. The woman throws the energy and you and the Good Witch-"
"Um...?"
"..."
"...go on."
"Thank you. Before either of you get immolated, the Good Witch blocks it with another hastily conjured shield circle. Both of you survive, but the roof is a different story, part of which is destroyed by the blast. However, Good Witch telekinetically gathers up the debris into a giant spear and launches it at the craft." He pressed the d12, rolling an 11. "The mysterious woman fires another blast of, well, fire at it, but it only causes it to dissipate for a second before it reforms and pelts the side of craft, which then reforms again into several smaller spears and-"
"Hang on, hang on, weren't we trying to get the ship to set down?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because Good Witch is probably going to destroy the ship if she keeps up the attack."
"Oh, that's actually a good point. OK then, the Woman sees that the ship probably can't take much more punishment and...12. Huh, maybe the app's buggy. Anyway, she releases a huge blast of fire that engulfs the ship and destroys the debris spears-"
"Wouldn't the ship get destroyed as well?"
"...Oh look, someone else who I can test this with-"
"Sorry, I'll be good!"
"Thank you. Now-"
"Uh, sorry to interrupt again, but, um...can I attack? I kinda haven't in a while."
"Hmm...go ahead and roll initiative."
"Sure thing. ...6!"
"OK, and for Good Witch...3. And the Woman gets...4. What do you do?"
"You said I had a sniper rifle/battle scythe, right?"
"Something like that."
"So then I start shooting at that woman in the dress. Do I roll?"
"Yeah. Roll the d12."
"...8."
"And the Woman rolls...11. She blocks all your shots. And before you ask," he said before Lindsey could speak up, "because she just can, that's why. Anyway, you don't know how she does this, but she somehow creates glowing circles on the roof where you're both standing."
"That seems bad. Do I do know she's doing?"
"No, but maybe Good Witch does." He pressed the d8 icon, rolling a 6. "She can tell enough about it to know that neither of you want to stay standing where you are. Let me just roll a d20...17. She rolls out of the way while Force pushing you, and manages to make it just before the roof explodes again. Roll for Landing."
"...2."
"...and a 3 for Good Witch. You both land shakily, you more so because you got tossed." He pressed the d12 icon. "...and the bad guys manage to fly away while you both get back to your feet, and once you do they're too far away to follow."
"Dammit, now I'm not gonna get as much XP...," Lindsey pouted, disappointed that the fictional bad guys managed to escape.
"It's just as well, I haven't exactly figured out how to work one into the game anyway," the guy assured her, "though on the bright side, this means I have villains for later in the module. ...now I'm gonna have to come up with characters for them..."
She regarded him quizzically, "You mean you didn't already?"
"No, they were just a couple throwaways I came up with on the spot so you'd have someone to fight." He sighed, grabbing the notebook and pen he was working with before and opened it to a blank page. "Gonna need to refine the lore a little bit too, it seems..."
Lindsey smiled, thoroughly satisfied with how the evening was turning out. It still sucked that she got dragged here when she about to have a nice night of watching dumb cartoons and chatting with her online friends, but she did get to meet this guy and do some gaming with him, and she supposed Miles was that bad either, even if he was kind of dorky...
Where'd he go, anyway? she wondered, scanning the crowd (was it just her, or were there even more people now than before?) for the scraggly senior.
Suddenly, from over her shoulder, she heard "Checking out all the hot guys?" After squeaking in surprise, she turned around to find her sister standing behind her, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
"Why would you think that?" she asked, appalled at the suggestion. Sure, there may be one or two fictional characters she might have had tiny crushes on...but they were fictional! She was perfectly fine with that! They didn't ask her questions or judge her or pity her or try to invade her personal space. Real people were...uncomfortable.
Barb raised an eyebrow, "...So the girls then?"
"No! It was one guy in particular and...that sounded totally different in my head..."
"Well regardless, you obviously found someone to talk to while I made my rounds, so we can still go home if you want."
"Do we have to?" she wondered, "I mean, I kinda just survived fighting a dude in a bowler who was robbing a Dust store and a lady who uses magic and I kinda want to see what happens next."
Barb just stared blankly at her sisters, as though she were speaking an entirely different language.
"...huh?"
"My RPG," the guy explained, looking up from his notes, "Your sister has been helping me fix some of the issues with it."
"Oh. ...yeah, that didn't explain anything. And why is there a store that sells dirt?"
"It's 'Dust'," he clarified, "and if you've got a moment then I'll be glad to explain it to you."
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"...and that's when you came in," he said, finally getting to the end of the explanation; he explained the basics of how the game worked, which Barb seemed to comprehend, and gave an abridged account of the session he just did with Lindsey.
"Pretty cool, huh?" she asked, smiling.
Barb rubbed her chin. "I guess. I mean, if you're into that kinda of thing."
"I'm hoping to eventually get it published once I iron out the bugs." He gestured to the bench next to Lindsey, "Do you want to join us? Honestly, the more people playing this at once, the better."
"I don't know," she said, scratching the back of her head, "I'm not really into the whole D&D thing...but give me a ball, two goals and an open field, and I'm unstoppable!"
"Or those two bullies..." Lindsey mumbled under her breath.
Barb turned to her, pointing, "Hey, they had it coming; nobody picks on my little sister and gets away with it!"
"I could have handled it myself!"
"It was your first day! I wasn't gonna let you get a bad mark on your permanent record after only one day in high school!"
"So...," the guy said hesitantly, "is that a yes?"
Barb took a moment to think the proposition over, eventually checking the time on her phone.
"Holy crap! When did it get so late?" She quickly pocketed her phone, grabbing Lindsey by the arm, "We need to get home right now before Dad blows a gasket!"
"W-wait a minute, wait a minute!" Lindsey protested, trying to tug her arm free from her sister's iron grip. After a bit of struggling she broke free, turning back to the guy. "Can we play this again some time? Please? It's really fun!"
"Well," the guy said, "I...guess I don't have a problem with that." He turned to Barb, "Do you?"
"I guess not," the blonde shrugged, "You free any time soon?"
"Let's see...I'm going to need a bit to make the improvements to the game, and then I have that meeting with the WotC rep to pitch the concept, and- Hang on." He picked up his phone and opened up the calender. "...I've got some free time on the forth of next month, how about we reconvene then?"
"Sounds good to me. Linds?"
"All of the yes!"
"...OK, that settles that! Now seriously, we need to get home before Dad decides he wants to spend all our evenings as a family from now on!"
Lindsey tilted her head curiously, "But isn't that a good thing?"
"Not when you don't get to play this game again because of it," Barb pointed out.
Lindsey blanched, understanding finally dawning on her.
"It was nice meeting you!" she called back to the guy as Barb resumed dragging her out of the party, "Oh yeah, you never told me your name!"
"It's Monty!" he called back, just as the two sisters disappeared.
It took him a minute to run after them when he realize that he never got either of the girls' contact information.
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Hey there, Layman here!
Gigi: Qi qiqi!
Run, cowards! Ye stand in the presence of the Mighty and Powerful and Kin- *whackwhackwhackwhackwhack!* ...dammit!
And that's Neo. And welcome to my newest fic, in which RWBY becomes a tabletop RPG! You know, Dungeons & Dragons and the like. I gotta say, I never thought I'd have as much fun with this fic as I am.
Gigi: Qiqiqi qiiqi qiqi?
No, I've never played a genuine tabletop RPG before, to my detriment. However, I've been doing some light research into different RPGs and I think I've got a pretty good idea how they work now. And just to clear this up at the get go, the RPG in the story isn't supposed to be based off any one real life RPG, but rather something I cobbled together specifically for this story.
Interesting..., muses the Magnanimous and Prurient Magical Neo, looking over the Buffoon's notes for the story, it seems well thought out, if a little bare bones.
Well, this is only the first chapter. And keep in mind, there are going to be new rules and systems added as the story goes on. Would you mind showing the list to everyone at home, Neo?
Of course, Her Ladyship Magical Neo nods, holding up the unworthy paper for all to behold.
Remnant RPG roll table
d6 = initiative order (who goes first in combat)
d8 = observation (how observant you are in a particular moment), and Landing (how well you recover after a Stunt)
d10 = ?
d12 = basic actions (attacking, etc.), the higher the roll, the better.
d20 = Stunts (bigger than basic actions, i.e. attacking multiple enemies and performing complicated maneuvers) the higher the roll, the better.
*Saving/counter: roll the same die as the attacker. Lower rolls fail, matched rolls succeed, higher rolls counter.
Aura = HP (as %). Recovers out of combat.
Semblance = singular special player ability (function TBD)
Gigi: Qi qiqiqiqii qiqiiqi qii?
That's because there's a good chance of the d10 getting phased out of the game. That might happen throughout the story, things might get dropped as much as they get added.
Hmm...so will you be doing these rolls yourself?
Nope. I mean, do you know what the odds are to get the exact rolls I need to make all the results match what happens in the show?
Gigi: *quickly does calculations and shows the results to the Author and Neo*
Meep..., the Flabbergasted and Astounded Magical Neo exclaims in awe, noting the many, many decimal places.
I know, I didn't think it'd be that much...! *turns back to readers* Anyway, future chapters hopefully won't be as long as this one was, but that all depends on what happens in and out of game. Hopefully I'll get another chapter done soon, right after I finish up a one shot I'm working on involving a certain forth wall breaking, Chimichanga scarfing, Magic Satchel abusing degenerate mercenary, so be on the lookout for that one. Later!
