Waking up with an overwhelming urge to throw up was not a new experience for me, the later years of my life in school had been full of bad decisions that had left me feeling sick more often than not.
What was definitely a new experience, however, was waking up in an alleyway. From the smell I would wager it was out the back of some chinese restaurant, thai at a second guess.
Still the smell wasn't helping me right now, if anything it was making the situation worse the longer I stayed here.
It felt like great weights were tied to my limbs as I struggled to even make it up off the floor.
[Please stay still until the side effects of dimensional shifting wear off]
What the fuck was that?
Okay, so odds are I'm concussed… or hallucinating… or both, I mean it's not like they're both mutually exclusive.
[You aren't concussed, Gamers Body would prevent you from suffering such effects]
Then what the hell is going on?
[Your body is simply struggling to acclimate to your new reality]
...fuck it.
Ok, what do you mean by new reality?
[When you were chosen to become the gamer you were transferred to a fictional universe, it's just that your body is being treated as a foreign entity]
What so I'm some kind of disease?
I mean it's not like this is the first time I've been called that, though I never thought it'd become so literal.
[Don't worry, give me a few more seconds and you should be all fine and dandy]
Go ahead, take all the time you need. I'll just sit here in this filthy alleyway whilst you're stopping me from getting my ass kicked by the universal equivalent of white blood cells.
Jesus christ, I wish the fucking headaches would go away sooner. I hope to God I never have to deal with this shit ever again.
[It will be a while before you doing any universe jumping]
...so how did this all come about anyways? I think I'd remember making a deal to become a Gamer or something.
[Your soul was claimed on your death and you were offered a pact as to attain the power of the Gamer]
Well shit. What even killed me?
[You were involved in a three-way collision and were unable to be stabilised]
...damn.
Slowly the sickness began to fade, the pressure that had been mounting in my skull eased off and the weights pulling down on my limbs disappeared.
Thanks for that. So what do we do now?
[Now we continue with your character generation]
Continue, I never even started it.
[When the contract was formed we gave you a new body based on what you would like to look like]
So my body was pre-selected, what else do I have to fill out?
[The only remaining things to be determined are your Class and Name]
Resting against the wall I noted with a sense of dull curiosity that even at my full height I was still much closer to the ground than what I was used to.
There's probably a good reason for this… right?
[Your body is a bit… young right now. We do apologise but when I was transferring your soul the system was temporarily overburdened]
I mean, I'm alive again so I don't really have any room to complain.
So what classes do I have to pick from?
[There are three starting Classes]
[Scrapper: the first Class in the Fighter Class Tree. This Class focuses on melee combat utilising improvised weaponry]
[Urchin: the first Class in the Rogue Class Tree. This Class focuses on ambush tactics and precision to gain advantages over their foes]
[Awakened Magical: the first Class in the Mage Class Tree. This Class focuses on basic Magical Skills and Offensive abilities]
Okay, so what to pick, what to pick?
Classic Fighter, Rogue, Mage selection. So what do I take?
Right now I'm a one-man party, so I need to fill as many roles as possible.
I need to be a healer-tank-damage dealer and whilst I can't fill out all the roles I can try for as many as possible.
Awakened Magical, basic magic skills doesn't give much detail on what it could be. For all I know I could be capable of just casting shit like cantrips from early-game DnD and whilst that might be good for offense that leaves me shit out on defense and healing. A good damage-dealer but a shit tank and likely not a healer.
Urchin, reliant on stealth and critical hits. Thing is I've never been all that good at stealth and in group encounters I'd be fucked. Good damage and it'd give utility but no tanking and no healing makes a bad single party comp.
Scrapper, the Fighter. Good for a straight fight and for taking hits but lacking in utility, magic and self-healing ability. Good for damage and tanking but no healing and no utility. Still, it filled more of the roles than the other two so I guess it's my best choice.
So Scrapper it is, that's my choice.
[Scrapper has been set as your Class]
[You have gained the Class Perk (Street Fighting)]
[You have gained the Class Skill (Power Strike)
So that's the Class done, all I need to do is pick my name.
But don't really have any ideas for a name.
Like I'd always been bad with coming up with names for stuff, even when I'd played RPG's I usually either put my own one or one that was just a blatant copy of one I;d seen somewhere else that I thought was cool.
[Would you like me to choose your new name?]
It can't be worse than anything I'd've picked. Go right ahead.
[How about… Mordred]
Mordred.
You want to name me after one of the most famous traitors in fiction?
[If you don't like it I can choose a different one]
No, I'm fine with it. I just wanted to know your reasons.
[The name just sounded cool]
I mean that's as good a reason as any.
Alright, my name is Mordred.
[Character Generation has been completed]
[You are now stabilised]
Name: Mordred
Age: 12
Race: Human
Alignment: True Neutral
Current Class: Scrapper
Class Level: 1 [0/100 EXP]
EXP Gain: 150%
Total Levels: 1
Credits: 0
Hit Points: 165/165 [22 HP/Sec]
Stamina Points: 135/135 [18 SP/Sec]
Magic Points: 10/10 [10 MP/Sec]
Psychic Points: 13/13 [13 PP/Sec]
Stats
Strength: 11 (11)
Endurance: 9 (9)
Dexterity: 13 (13)
Intelligence: 10 (10)
Wisdom: 13 (13)
Charisma: 13 (13)
Luck: 18 (18)
Age 12? So that's why I'm so short.
Are those stats any good?
[The average for Human stats tend to fall between 10 to 20 and peak at around 50]
So I'm overwhelmingly average. Not the best start but I can't complain.
Still if I stick around here any longer the stink will stick to me and that won't make the best impression on people.
[Unregistered Entity detected]
[Unregistered Entity has been Registered as: Dungeon]
[Dungeon has been registered as: Overdose Hideout]
[Recommended Level: 10+]
Barely ten steps forward and I'm already getting a new quest. Still I'm a bit short of the recommended Level so I think I might just pass.
But this also might just be the starter dungeon and so doing it now might be the best way to get some experience.
Though I might need some gear before I go marching head first into enemy territory.
First things first I'm going to need something to hide my face…
There was a bike parked against the curb, a baby blue motorcycle helmet sat on the handles.
That would do, so I took it without guilt and slowly strapped it into place over my head.
Okay, we've got face covering now I need a weapon.
There was a hammer resting back in the alleyway, a regular ass claw-hammer like the type you'd find in a tool box. It was clean, and as far as I could tell there wasn't any reason to throw it away
[You have received a new Item]
[Claw Hammer]
{Common}
A tool usually used to hammer down nails and pull them out but it can function exceptionally well as a weapon.
Damage: 15 + STR (Bludgeoning)
So I only get stat blocks when I pick up items, well that's good to know I need.
Well when all you've got is a hammer.
Looking like the worlds shittiest Thor cosplay, I crossed the street and headed straight towards the building. Reality shimmered as I approached before the sound of glass shattering screamed through my ears.
The door was kicked open, the sound like a gunshot in the previously silent building.
There was a man straight ahead; a bald, white man in a bright white with a blue shirt stood in my way. He was talking on the phone when I set about him, hammer swung with as much force as I could put behind it as I struck him straight between the legs.
[Power Strike activated]
[Critical Hit!]
The noise that came out of his lips was a mix between a squeal and a wheeze, his legs buckled and the formerly white pants began to shift red. Again I swung, this time clubbing him square in the head.
His body went limp as I struck him again, and again and again. The
[You have Levelled Up! x6]
Down the corridor came charging another man in the same outfit, this one carrying a shotgun. Following along the lines of the Thor cosplay I threw the hammer at his face, catching him in the chin as his head cracked sideways as he tumbled to the floor.
[You have Levelled Up! x2]
Barely five minutes into my new life and I'd already killed two people, that's twice as many as I'd done in my entire previous life.
I'm gonna need that hammer back though.
Stepping over the body of the first guy I began moving for the hammer, cringing slightly as I left a trail of bloody footprints behind me, I had barely moved a few steps forward when I heard a bang.
[-250 HP]
It felt like something had dug its way in through my side, a flash of pain temporarily stunned me before I lunged blindly at the source.
A third man had been hiding around the corner, clutching onto a silver pistol as though his life depended on it.
It was.
He fired again, the bullet tearing straight through my chest but it didn't stop me.
My right hand clamped down on his wrist, a sickening crack coming from it as I clenched down with all my strength. The gun fell from his limp hand, and into my left.
I fired it point blank into his chest, hammering down on the trigger until I registered a 'click' sound
[You have Levelled Up]
The gun was empty, tossed away as his corpse slumped against the wall and slid down leaving a bloody trail across the wallpaper.
This time, with much greater haste, I went for the hammer. There was something incredibly comforting about carrying around a hammer, especially when you can cave in someone's head with a single swing.
Another gunshot rang out, this time from straight ahead. Another man with a pistol stood there, frozen in fear as I charged yet again through the small hail of bullets thrown my way.
[Power Attack Activated]
[You have Levelled Up! X2]
A mighty whack, this time straight into his side. I could feel his ribs give way under the blow and cave inwards.
His gun fell to the floor, there was likely still some ammo in it. It would be smart to take it, guns were always an equaliser.
But guns weren't my style. Give me a good hammer any day of the week.
There was an entire floor above and with all these gunshots I doubted they weren't going to be ready for me.
Still, how would I get in?
The door to the left opened up and out came another man, whistling all jolly-like as he walked out the bathroom.
The upper floor was reinforced, tables had been flipped and used for cover and staggered firing lines had been set up. It had been a few minutes since the first shot and they weren't willing to take any chances with those masked freaks running around.
The door slammed off its hinges, a body seen on the other side as it toppled over.
Bullets ripped through both with ease, so overzealous in their attack was the gang that they didn't even realise they were shooting their own man.
Still they kept firing, lead filling the air and filling the hallways with smoke as the walls were torn apart.
Just as soon as it had begun did the gunfire stop, their target had to be dead because no man could've survived such an attack.
"I think we got-" One of the men at the far end of the room tried speaking up but was cut off as a hammer flew into his face, his skull caving in as it sent him sprawling to the floor.
Through the smoke came charging a kid, his clothes decorated with blood splatters and bullet holes, with all the fury of a berserker. The floorboards cracked beneath his feet, barrelling forward with the grace of a drunkard but none-the-less focused purely on one goal.
'Kill them all.'
The first to go down was one of the men taking cover behind the desk, a heavy blow to the ribs caving them in and sending him across the room as the empty rifle he'd been carrying fell out his grasp and into the kids.
Said rifle was promptly used as a makeshift bludgeon, clubbing in his friend's skull as the kid twirled on his feet and swung it like a baseball bat.
The men were scrambling to load their guns, panic making it hard to do so as their hands shook and their minds found it impossible but to do anything but focus on the beast making its way towards them.
The third man was simply unlucky enough to be close to the beast as he caught the shrapnel from the rifle breaking over it's friends head to the side of the face before it was caved in by a table leg.
The screams grew louder and louder as panic mounted but one man grew hopeful, his shotgun had been loaded and he took aim at the beast and fired.
The pellets tore through it, driving it back a few steps, but did little to harm the beast as its hands reached out and pulled the gun, and the man holding it, with him.
The man didn't live long enough to regret it, a hand clasped his head and slammed it straight into the wall, turning it into a mushy pulp.
The beast was fighting as though he'd never been hurt in the first place, they could see the wounds they'd dealt heal in seconds.
Morale had plummeted, there was no chance of rallying and as the beast tore his way through them a shared thought went through all of the gang's mind.
'We never stood a chance, did we?'
"I'll give you anything, you want money? I've got tons, you can have it all. Just please let me li-" a table leg clubbed in the last man's head, repeated blows leaving him with little more than a puddle for a face.
[You have Levelled Up!]
[Overdose Hideout has been Completed]
[You have earned 5000 EXP]
[You have Levelled Up! X2]
The fight was over, I felt like keeling over and just sleeping for a week. But I still needed to get myself out of here.
Looking over the room one last time I noticed something, a hefty looking duffel-bag tucked away in the corner. Peeking into I saw a fuck ton of money, more money than I'd seen in one place my entire life.
Sealing the back up and slinging it over my shoulder I took off into the night, hopefully this was the first step on my own marvellous misadventure.