(Chapter one: I an Tinkle)
Click, clank, click. The rhythmic tune of bones clacking filled the night with an ominous song of days long passed. It's tune reaching the stars as the ground trimmers in there wake. It's source, the Skeletal remains of men and beast numbering in the millions. There eyes glowed with the wrathful soul's of the dead as the Skeletons of mighty men march clad in the armor forged from the ashes of their fallen foes. In the distance lays there sole enemy.
The sent of rotten flesh passes through the army of bones like a title wave as the rhythmic roars and moans of the remnants of humanity shake the earth in response. a moon filled with the purest scarlet fills the skies above them. They are zombies whose numbers were no less inferior to the sea of bones poised to consume them. There flesh preserved in a rotten state for all eternity.
Two glowing scarlet eyes gaze down from a boy seemingly no older than nine years of age. He sat on a throne made with the bones of the fallen. His hair was the color of the abyss and his skin was the palest shade of winter. His long black hair swayed ominously in the cold night air as if he were under water. He gazed from his gargantuan mobile fortress of prehistoric skeleton beasts to witness the army of bones he created under his own power.
A grin split his lips as the smell of the dead filled his body with overwhelming power.
"Oh look, Links, its the neighbor's." He says while clapping his hands in excitement.
"What do you say we have a dance party?" He gets no response.
"Oh thats perfectly fine, Perfectly fine i say." He stands up, pouting.
"Yes you're right. Kill them all!" He swings his arms out wide accidentally sending the cardboard cutout of Abraham Lincoln flying off into the distance. The boys eyes go wide in horror. "Link nooooo!
And just like that the undead forces of disease and magic clash in a bloody title wave of flying bones and severed flesh.
[Two years ago)
Okay, so here goes my crazy story. Everyone calls me Tinkle, and for good reason. I have a name that's just as weird as I look. People find it funny when I tell them what my name is, but I don't really mind.
Anyway, recently I had the chance to escape a mental hospital without even noticing it. You see, I'd been visiting the hospital for mental health treatment, and I was never a huge fan of the place. I mean, no one likes it or anything, but I was feeling particularly out of place this particular day. Little did I know that I was already on my way out!
First, I noticed that the door was open when I was trying to leave. So I figured I'd go ahead and exit without checking in with the staff. I mean, the door was open right? How was I supposed to know I wasn't supposed to leave?
Then I noticed that the windows were unlocked, too. Without giving it much thought, I opened one and climbed through. As I was running away I didn't notice the dozen or so mental hospital staff was chasing after me!
Finally, I hopped over a fence and ended up in an open field. Just as I was about to take off, I noticed that the fence was the only exit from the field. Turns out I had unknowingly gone in a full circle and escaped the hospital without even realizing it!
So it was with a smiling face that i took a jolly step forward, only to instantly realize a narrow deep hole was where the ground should be. So, with a high pitch scream unbecoming of a thirty-two year old man like me, I found myself making a tumble into a fifty foot drop to who knows where.
That's when my world went black for the first time.
Crack! "Oh my head!" Tinkle shot up to his feet with a splitting headache and shuttered.
"Oh my, didn't expect that. There was the neck cracking, and the, and the head exploding." He paused.
"What a fantastic dream." Tinkle stopped his little happy dance and looked around.
"Was there always all these pretty sparkly things floating in my cell." With astonishment, he realized he was standing on a surface he couldn't see, in the middle of a multitude of swirling stars and galaxies.
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"What was that? Hello. Did one of you pretty little lights speak to me just now?" Tinkle asked while he looked around curiously.
[Hint: it is detected that the current players soul is suitable for transmigration to another world.]
[Hint: a body will be created in a world based on the Marit of one's deeds, and the effects those deeds had on others.]
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"The strange light speaks things tinkle is very much confused about. Tinkle is a very stand up, fully functional member of society." Tinkle says proudly
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[Processing complete]
[Hint: it is detected that the current player is directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of 19,883 adult males, 4367 adult females, 5,497 children, 23,500 animals of veryous species, and 1 puppy. Theft, arson, mass murder, and 742 accounts of public nudity]
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"Hold on a second. Me hears many bad things and big numbers tinkle has never heard of. Oh wait. There was that time i pressed that red button in daddy's fancy submarine thingy and made a mushroom grow on that one island. And that time i crossed the street on that one highway and all those people played flaming bumper cars together. And, and, oh maybe i really did some of those things." Tinkle scrunched up his nose in an attempt to remember but couldn't think of anything. He then forgot about all of it.
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[Hint: player has obtained the title (stain on humanity)]
[Title: stain on humanity. Rank: S Effect: the player is doomed to a life of suffering, sickness, death, despair, and hopelessness. ]
[Hint: it has been confirmed that atleast 90% of the players wicked deeds are unintentional.
[Hint: the player has been provided boon (chance of redemption). The player will be provided with a body retaining the memorys and physical attributes of the previous body.]
Hint: the player as been assigned a new world. New world: world beyond hope, zombie apocalypse. Difficulty, S S S.
Tinkle had already lost interest and began to wonder the void. He didn't understand anything being said.
"No Matter how much I walk these sparkly things don't get any closer. How can I put you in my pocket if you keep running away from dear old Tinkle. He was in the middle of picking a rather large booger when the notifications from before once again appeared before him.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to catch the floaty thing. Tinkle tryed walking around the strange floating boxes, only for them to move at the same time. He made a face.
[Hint: player must pick one of the following classes to specialize in.1: warrior. 2:mage. 3:thief. 4:necromancer. 5:paladin. 6:priest].
Tinkle stopped, his interest suddenly peaked. "Did somebody say neko master. Neko, as in cats? Oh, oh! Tinkle likes cats, pick that one."
[Hint: player has chosen Class: necromancer and acquired the following skills.]
[Skill 1: Osteokinesis. Rank: B. Effect: the player can manipulate bones with a combination of mental energy and mana. This skill is extremely difficult to control and serves as a blank canvas for the creation of bone manipulation spells.]
[Skill 2: skeletal animation. level: 1. Rank: D. Effect: through the use of Necromancy you can create an artificial soul with Localized Osteokinetic abilities to inhabitant a skeletal body. At least 90% of the original skeleton must be present. The strength of the artificial soul and number of possible commands can be increased by leveling up this skill.]
(Current commands)
Stop, follow, attack
[Skill 3: Ora of the dead. Rank: D. Effect: you give off an Ora of death. The living will experience a feeling of danger in your presence, and undead creatures will not react to your presence unless touched, or provoked. You are immune to 95% negative effects created by undead creatures.
Tinkles mood dropped."Tinkle is very disappointed. The voice and fancy words tell lies, for I am not seeing any kitty's amongst all this gibberish.
[Hint: go forth traveler, to your new world.]
"Hay I have a question, huh, what's going on? Bright light, very bright light is coming towards me! No, Tinkle is scared! Nooooo!!