Post by 11H on Jun 22, 2023 13:26:17 GMT -5
Mac Anu was the thing every. single. day.
A brick town forever set at dusk. The beautiful sunset became less beautiful when it was all one every saw.
It made the town looked old and brassy.
Dusty and dirty.
Why wasn’t there ever a blue sky here? Why did it never rain? Did it snow? Would it ever?
“Hello! Would you like to turn in quests?”
Why did he even think those things? (11H looked up at the prompt screen and tapped each individual test to turn in.) He could just go to another area if he wanted blue skies, rain, or snow. Maybe it was time to check out the other root towns.
“Congratulations! Here are your rewards!”
He levelled up once. Great.
He levelled up twice. Awesome.
He levelled up thrice. A little more than he expected.
And the LEVEL UP prompt kept popping up one after another.
“Huh?!”
Until…
“Oh, shit…”
He lost his PK immunity.
“Whoa, hang on! I was just a level 3, what the Hell is this?!”
“Thank you for your patronage! More quests have been unlocked for your level-”
“Will you listen to me?! You’re an A.I. aren’t you? You can do that much! Answer my damn questi-”
“-Would you like to take up another quest?”
The NPC wasn’t listening. It seemed that this A.I. was very limited. With a sigh, the Flick Reaper crouched before the Quest box with his hands still on the counter. He looked at the cobblestone and considered.
The experience points he earned were a considerable amount, but not enough to bridge him across the “invincibility” threshold.
…But then there was extra EXP from defeating field monsters. I lazed around almost all of them. And I still got EXP?
Well damn. There went that plan. He stood back up. “Excuse me: could I withdraw my quest submissions?”
“Welcome!”
God.
Mother!
“Uhm, excuse me… we need to turn in our quests, too.”
Languidly, the raven-haired fellow stepped aside and glowered about the Mac Anu plaza. “F* me sideways…”
The two shorter characters side-glanced at him nervously while turning in their quests. “He’s kind of weird…”
“Yeah, we should go…”
What was he supposed to do now? (The other two player characters hurried off.) If 11H stayed at this level, he was bound to get PKd left and right. He hadn’t seen how it went for others, but he’d read about it. Their bodies dissipated and then they re-appeared in the root town, losing all that progress in whatever dungeon or field they were in.* That would royally suck.
“Guess this means I need to level up more… Maybe I should join a guild to help with that…” As the human avatar zoned while thinking (fiddling with this lower lip in the meantime), he was oblivious to having potential company.**
A brick town forever set at dusk. The beautiful sunset became less beautiful when it was all one every saw.
It made the town looked old and brassy.
Dusty and dirty.
Why wasn’t there ever a blue sky here? Why did it never rain? Did it snow? Would it ever?
“Hello! Would you like to turn in quests?”
Why did he even think those things? (11H looked up at the prompt screen and tapped each individual test to turn in.) He could just go to another area if he wanted blue skies, rain, or snow. Maybe it was time to check out the other root towns.
“Congratulations! Here are your rewards!”
He levelled up once. Great.
He levelled up twice. Awesome.
He levelled up thrice. A little more than he expected.
And the LEVEL UP prompt kept popping up one after another.
“Huh?!”
Until…
“Oh, shit…”
He lost his PK immunity.
“Whoa, hang on! I was just a level 3, what the Hell is this?!”
“Thank you for your patronage! More quests have been unlocked for your level-”
“Will you listen to me?! You’re an A.I. aren’t you? You can do that much! Answer my damn questi-”
“-Would you like to take up another quest?”
The NPC wasn’t listening. It seemed that this A.I. was very limited. With a sigh, the Flick Reaper crouched before the Quest box with his hands still on the counter. He looked at the cobblestone and considered.
The experience points he earned were a considerable amount, but not enough to bridge him across the “invincibility” threshold.
…But then there was extra EXP from defeating field monsters. I lazed around almost all of them. And I still got EXP?
Well damn. There went that plan. He stood back up. “Excuse me: could I withdraw my quest submissions?”
“Welcome!”
God.
Mother!
“Uhm, excuse me… we need to turn in our quests, too.”
Languidly, the raven-haired fellow stepped aside and glowered about the Mac Anu plaza. “F* me sideways…”
The two shorter characters side-glanced at him nervously while turning in their quests. “He’s kind of weird…”
“Yeah, we should go…”
What was he supposed to do now? (The other two player characters hurried off.) If 11H stayed at this level, he was bound to get PKd left and right. He hadn’t seen how it went for others, but he’d read about it. Their bodies dissipated and then they re-appeared in the root town, losing all that progress in whatever dungeon or field they were in.* That would royally suck.
“Guess this means I need to level up more… Maybe I should join a guild to help with that…” As the human avatar zoned while thinking (fiddling with this lower lip in the meantime), he was oblivious to having potential company.**
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(*I’m going for a 0% self-awareness with the A.I. thing… or at least trying to!)
(**You can have your char bump into him, or however you want to introduce yours!)
(New note: I have learnt about the awareness thing. I'll start showing that in my next post.)
(Anyone is welcomed to join in! There are no intended participants.)
