Yes.
YES.
That was perfect.
Picture perfect!
I throw a fist into the air.
HAHAHA, that was so fucking good.
The act, I feel like I can do anything right now!
If anyone could see my face I'd be flashing them the widest grin. AHHHHHHHH.
That felt good. Finally, a plan that worked out without problems!
I have just caused so much chaos with one act that this will all be worth it in the end.
Think about it...
I have just put on such an act that people will have no choice but to be interested in me.
I presented myself as a good man with friendly intentions, pretending to be misunderstood all along.
Helped a lost kid out, from their perspective due to pure kindness.
Now some of the Operators will think of me as just a good, but misunderstood man.
While others will think of this as a scheme for them to lower their guards.
In either case, people will be WAY more interested in actually getting closer to me, to either sus me out as a bad man or to prove to themselves and others that I am good.
The wall they built between us out of fear, will melt into curiosity. They will come, crawling to my door. Bet.
However, what was my actual reasoning for helping that kid?
Should be obvious right?
In actuality, I just can't handle the cries of children.
Those fuckers are ear-melting, especially when you are on a 6-hour flight between countries.
I just wanted to shut a kid up, and now look at where we are.
Did I say that this went very well? BECAUSE IT DID BABY!
Victory. This deserves a drink.
I haven't drunk anything since I came to Terra, since I was scared of the consequences but today I feel like I deserve a treat! I'll go to the bar area and get myself something heavy and then go back to my room.
So I did arrive at the bar, but as far as I know, this didn't exist in the main game. I don't remember anything like a bar. But I saw it on a map of R.I. . Speaking of R.I., R.I. is not how it used to be.
With the insane amount of the moola I got for the company it has been flourishing. So many major modifications and updates have been made, including the addition of entirely new parts to the landship.
The bartender wasn't an op. They just looked like a civilian worker. Nice. A normal guy. Less of a headache.
The bar itself was kinda empty, with some operators and other R.I. personnel on some of the seats, but due to how early it was, with most people still eating in the cafeteria and whatnot, it was kind of peaceful.
So I went to the bar, asked if I could take drinks and then bring them into the rest of R.I.
Apparently not. Due to some issues that have been caused before in the past, if you want to drink alcohol you have to drink it here.
I then explained my situation to the bartender, about how I couldn't remove my mask out in the open, Kal'tsit's orders, and show my face due to... reasons that I also can not name.
He said it would be fine if I went to a corner seat and faced the wall. Actually a great idea. I thanked the man and ordered a drink.
Now I had no idea what these drinks were, I knew not a single one of these alcohols, which is a shame to my heritage.
How dare I forget the name of the holy waters?
Nah, I didn't forget anything, it's just that since the brands were all different none of the names I knew could be applied to Terra.
So I just asked for something bitter, hard and cheap.
Which ended up being a clear liquid, in small shot glasses.
I guess it was just vodka? Idk man. Fantasy worlds have this weird issue with names, most of the time.
1 shot in.
Obvious examples are Victoria, Columbia, and Ursus.
Like it is clear what they are meant to be, and then you throw some shit out like Kjerag. What the fuck is a ''Kjerag'' man?
It is a country covered in snow, with a supposedly holy mountain god. Like? What the fuck is it?
Georgia? Armenia? Or my personal theory, probably Norway, it does sound Norwegian anyways, fucking scandis.
2 shots in.
I have been drinking, slowly, taking a shot once every 20 minutes or so.
I have been figuring out how to use the R.I.S.C., slowly.
It is actually very nuanced, props to the creator.
It's got a lot of shit, a ton of different methods, and backups in case some things go haywire.
Well, I guess this IS military-grade equipment after all.
I also figured out the chat rooms function, along with privates messages, bla bla bla.
It's like a mix of Discord and... Reddit? Twitter?
I am not exactly sure, since everyone is ''technically'' anonymous in the chat room functions.
I quickly made an account. ToiletDestroyer9000.
A man isn't a real MAN if he doesn't absolutely demolish a toilet every time he goes to take a shit.
-Me
3 shots in.
Truly a quote to be remembered and shared with future generations, that one.
I have been observing some public chat rooms for now.
They are all talking about the public outburst I had in the cafeteria.
Debating between themselves about what it was all about.
Some people were saying they would tell this to either the Doc or Kal'tsit and start a formal investigation, asking to view camera footage and whatnot.
Go right ahead you... motherfuckers.
Oh? 3 shots in and I'm already getting dizzy?
I think I lost the alcohol tolerance that I built up on Earth since I didn't drink anything for years.
Yeah but I'm not stopping here we keep going.
5 shots.
I stopped looking at the R.I.S.C device. My eyes hurt.
And I just can't stop smiling.
This is bliss!
If only I could get someone to drink with me.
Drinking by yourself is loser behavior, but what can I do?
All the people here either hate my guts, are suspicious of me, or are scared of me.
Eh, I'll fix it tomorrow...
AH FUCK.
I made the terrible mistake of looking up.
The lights hurt my eyes.
Rub my eyes.
I've been looking at either my devices, the wall or the ceiling the entire time.
It's time for a change of scenery.
I drink another shot. 6.
Put my visor back on and turn around.
To my surprise at this point.
The bar is chock-full of people.
What?
What is the time...
Surely it hasn't been that long?
11.23. Fuck.
I also pick up what else is happening around me.
Turns out, I was just in my own little bubble the entire goddamn time!
Everything looks as if I am playing CS:GO with 700 ping.
My eyes can't keep up with my head turning around.
When my vision clears up I can see that the area has gotten busier.
A lot more operators.
Around like 20 or so.
Someone is up on the stage, singing. It is a woman.
Disgusting.
Shower thought:
Has anyone realized the fact that in all these gacha fighting games there are way more women on the battlefield and or in every other administrative position compared to men?
And that most male characters are either goons or cannon fodder?
Meaning that the men of these worlds are a bunch of fucking sissies that couldn't even oppress women with the efficiency we had back on earth.
Inshallah, we will fix this mistake in the matrix soon.
...
I was spouting so much nonsense with only 6 shots in.
God, last night was a fucking rollercoaster.
" -that there was someone singing?"
"Yeah that is all I can remember from last night. What the hell happened?"
I ask the bartender, looking at a destroyed bar area, all the tables either flipped or broken.
He hands me a gla' o' wa'er.
He seems pissed.
He is angry, however, he is holding it in. What a lad.
"I'll tell you what happened!"
He points to the destroyed area.
"You! You caused this!"
What?
What is he on about?
I can barely lift 5 kg with my hands, and the man tells me I destroyed an entire room.
"What are you on about man?"
He facepalms in frustration
"Do you really not remember you BASTARD?!"
"You got drunk in the corner, right there."
Points to a corner table now flipped over.
"And after getting drunk you went to talk to a group of people!"
"That group had a famous singer with them. Sora no less!"
"You kept blabbering about how her singing was making your ears bleed and asking her to shut the fuck up."
Huh. Based?
"They told you to fuck off. You kept insisting that even you in your drunk state could sing a better song."
"So you went and stopped the music, only to karaoke a song that wasn't even in an understandable language!"
Song in a non-understandable language. Wha?
" Huh. Could you tell me what it sounded like?"
Man takes pause, he is thinking.
" Something something, Artillery and Bosn- Bonsia?"
Nooo fucking way.
No shot.
You ain't telling me my drunk ass sung "Bosanska Artiljerija" .
I swear to god, with each passing day, I keep losing more and more of my grasp on my sanity. BROOOO.
"Hahaha. Well mate, was it at least good?"
He looks annoyed.
But plays my game, what a funny little fella.
"Bet it would have been a 10/10 sir if you weren't drunk outta your ass. 4/10."
Haha. Nice one.
"So how do you expect to cover all the damage, repair costs AND the alcohol you drank, I doubt you could cover all this with your salary...I'm so fucked."
He begins thinking, about how fucked he is probably.
Don't fret ma n####, I got your ass covered.
I snap my fingers.
"Look at me my man, stop being such a downer aight?''
''You are actually really incredibly lucky to have met me, do you even know who I am?''
He looks at me, judging, and laughs.
''A drunkard operator that is trying to weasel his way out of his punishment because he destroyed an entire bar?''
'' HAH! That was a good one, but no. I am not an operator.
I am Azmych AKA technically? the boss of said operators.''
He looks at me as if he doesn't believe me.
' 'No man, I really am, you must have heard of me man? You know? The new assistant?''
''Assistant? How are you their boss if you are just an assistant?''
My brother in christ does not know corporate intrigue.
'' I am responsible for handling many things, ok mate? Just know that said things cover a lot. I put in a little word here, a little praise there with the management, and boom, consider your bar as good as new, hell, even better than it was before.''
I give him a little friendly punch on the shoulder.
''Keep up the good work man, Terra needs more people like you, the ones who can control their emotions and take some jokes. You can expect your promotion, pay raise, and the reconstruction of the bar within this... week if all goes well.''
He looks at me dumbfounded.
He didn't see this coming from a mile away.
''In return Habibi I'm gonna need you to tell me what exactly happened last night.''
''Uh- What the hell is a Habibi? My name is Mark''
...
''Don't worry about it Habibi, just tell me what happened.''
''First, get me another glass of water though. My head still hurts mate.''
So he goes back to the counter, somehow split in half as I just realized and brings me another glass.
And just like the water before, I don't forget. I tell him to turn around and not look unless he wants me to first fire and then ruin him.
Remove my visor, quickly chug down the water, put it back on and continue as if nothing happened.
So we pick back up on our little storytelling.
The more he talks, the more I remember, and the more I cringe inside due to the things I did last night.
Is it over?