It'd be a nice if my brain would stay on one idea for longer. This is an idea I had when playing the new game Backpack Hero that wouldn't leave my head. I'm just going to write on this whenever my thoughts aline like the stars above. These lady few weeks haven't left me with much time on my hands. To much work is leaving me feeling more like a boneless smile.
That was a pretty good run. Getting that dagger so early made it a real beast with it's stacking damage on kill. Getting the ninja armor helped save the run when those fire fuckers keep showing up on stage three. Topped off with getting a few energy stones near the end let me meme on the boss. It's been awhile since I beat the game. That shield build was a real fun one that I'd love to do again. If RN Jesus didn't hate me so much I'd have done it sooner instead of this dagger build.
Boredom starts it's icy grip as I think of what next to do. I wonder if someone needs my help with anything? Haven't heard from anyone all- Crack Crack Shatter- My back twists with grace I know I don't have. A faint click of wood on stone is heard as I get my thoughts in order. How in the hell did I survive a fall like that? No wait, did I just come out of stone?
Looking down shows that I have a familiar dagger in my clawed hand. Further down shows baggy pants and wooden shoes on my feet. Touching my face is... where's my beard! Checking myself all over shows many new things. My ears have been replaced with rounded ones on the top of my head. At the top of my ass I have a hairless long tail. My once log shaped body is now an lean swimmers body that looks cut out of stone.
I'm not going to say no to a new life but come on. At least give me something I'd enjoy being! I'm a face tank at heart you bastard! My body wasn't the best looking but God damnit I made it into one I could enjoy. Just from looking around I can feel that I'm fucking smaller. At the very least what I lost in height I've been given down below. My mini me isn't so mini anymore. It's definitely nowhere as big as the more... gross hentai shit I've seen, but I can definitely say I enjoy the upgrade.
After my little meltdown, I get dressed again. Looks like I'm wearing a stereotypical, and simple, ninja outfit. For fucks sake, the only metal is on the bracers and forehead/ ear covers. Thinking back to the games ninja out leads me to being more thankful. I'd rather not have my privates out in a random cave.
Pulling off my backpack is way too fluid of a motion. Empty? Well that's just grand. Now I just have to find my way out of here. How in the hell am I not making noise walking about? I'm wearing wooden shoes! My thoughts go on hold as I round a turn in the tunnel. Two pig faced things explode out of the wall. Thankfully this cave is rather misty right now. I wait kneeing while leaning on the corner wall.
I'm rather positive that no one will argue with me calling them orcs. Whatever they're called doesn't matter right now. The simple fact that their weapons of choose are fucking trees bigger than me takes up most of my attention. Just looking down at my dagger brings my mood down.
My back tingling is the only warning I get as instincts take over. Spit lands on my back as I land in front of the two orcs. Without stopping, my roll forward turns into a leap onto one of their chest. My dagger stings into it's skull without much resistance. Jumping upwards saves me from the snapping jaws of death.
Tearing of flesh and smacking of wood on scale tell me what my eyes canyt currently. My landing is on the back of a raging dragon. The orc swings again as I jump back onto the wall. Black mist poofs out of the dragons mouth as it turns around with a claw raised high. Jumping back the way I came was the smarter of choices it seems. The other orc puffs away at a single swipe from the dragon.
How in the hell does a fucking dragon just disintegrate shit! It's not even using a breath weapon. Just dusting things you hit is fucking hacks man! My arms pump up and down as I sprint the way I came. No way in hell am I dying so soon because of running like an idiot. Just gotta run the right way!
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why is my voice so high pitched! Fuck fuck fuck, I don't have time to kill you. Fuck!" One final turn leads me to an dead end. Running back around the turn let's me stab the gorilla I pasted in the throat. Wow that was easy, rolling back into the dead end let's me avoid an unwanted haircut.
Spring up from the roll let's me get a running start onto the caves wall. Running back along the wall let's me not get smeared into paste. While the dragon is stunned from French kissing the wall, I rush up and stab into it's neck. With a jump backwards, I start to sprint the other way.
My spirit slows as I turn to look back at the dragon. Walking back to it doesn't take too long. I... half expect it to lash out from a faked death. My finger slowly reaches out to give it a poke. - Poof- It dropped a stone?
I'm hit with a weird feeling as I move it around in my hands. I'll trust my gut on this one. Popping it into my mouth is definitely a weird experience for me. It's almost like a hot jaw breaker? After awhile of walking back the way I came it fully melts in my mouth. Warmth is Not supposed to be around your whole body after eating something. Did I really just poison myself doing something impulsive?
I'm not dying yet, so I might be alright? If anything I feel slightly better than before. Well... I'm no longer human so I can't trust anything right now. My gut says that eating lots of those stones will power me up to huge levels of power. I send a silent prayer to whoever sent me here. The only way this could be better is having a whole bunch of chicks waiting for me. I'll just have to find out more about this world before that.
Sneaking around comes too naturally for me. So far the only times the monsters around here spot me is when there's more than three of them to kill. Just a single shank is needed to kill off everything so far.
Looking down at my hand, I start to think harder about myself. I've always enjoyed more violent forms of media, but have I always been this violent? Well... ya pretty much. For not I'll thank my lucky stars that I'm not a fucking skaven. Now that is a place I never want to go.
It's only been an hour and I can feel the difference in my strength. Before having this body I'd get winded after a few minutes of running. Now I haven't even got tired from jump off walls. I haven't jumped since I was a young kid, and that's been years ago now. That's not even mentioning how flexible I am now. I can bend my back enough to look at my ass. Fuck, if I wasn't surrounded by monsters I'd see if I could suck my own dick by now. Wow, that sounds really fucking gay to me. Who am I kidding, I'm a god damn degenerate that gets horny looking at anything feminine looking.
Claws nearly graze my head as I'm slowly getting lost in though. It's way too soon to let out my horny side. Digging my dagger into the armadillo's eye makes it puff out it's candy core. My eyes lock onto stairs leading downward as I pop it in my mouth. Down is usually always where dungeons get harder. I'll save going down for when I map out the rest of this floor.
Oh, looks like adventures fighting some monsters. They're... ok I guess? At the very least they're holding their own right now. My mask gets pulled up as I sneak closer. God damn they're not keeping a good watch. The guy standing back is most watching the fighting and not for ambushing monsters.
With quick hands I'm able to steal some food and water from him. The idiot didn't even see me when all I need was a quick duck down from his occasional glances around. It's even easier to sneak away down the unexplored path. If the glow of the dungeon wasn't so slight then sneaking around would be a pain.
My steps downstairs are tense. Mapping out the floor was rather easy even with avoiding others. I can't really hide when the stairs are so exposed. thought As I hear more adventures coming down I start to speed walk downwards. Running will look far to suspicious and sneaking is far too slow. With how the stairs curve they might have seen me when turning down a tunnel at the bottom of the stairs. Running full speed doesn't even make my shoes click. What the hell, they're wood!
My pase doesn't slow as I reach a group of monsters. With a few leaping pokes they're all puffed. Stones get thrown into my backpack as I hear people approaching. I jog away to conserve my energy. Hopefully they didn't see me. As I continue to jog forward I start to notice the dungeon has changed. It's more spacious and looks to be out of a different type of rock.
As another monster gets popped my mouth darts out. Haha! It only took around... 20 tries to catch it with my mouth before it falls on the ground. They warmth of growing stronger is almost getting addictive. Oh fucking hell. It looks like the path ends here unless I want to go down this probably death slide. The group following me had way to many people to sneak- Crash-
My knife lashes out at the mother fucking T-Rex spawning on top of me. Huh... my hand quickly throws it's core into my backpack before I jump onto the slide. Those adventures were getting way too close to me near the end. Here's hoping none of them saw me.
My slid turns into a run as I see light up ahead. Maybe I was wrong about down being farther in? My pase slows to a brisk walk as I see guards up ahead. My tail wraps around my rope belt as I draw near. Head held high, my brisk walk isn't opposed as I walk into the tree line. Woow, thank the gods they didn't stop me.
Now that's a big tree. I stop to admire the scenery for once. Shanty City off in a corner, some lakes about, and... it seems I'm still underground. Hm? Is that group following me now? Oh no, I need to be way stronger before scouting out this world. For all I know the main races could be racist to little old mice, or worst... communist.