*prod*


    *prod*


    "Hey.",


    *prod*


    "He~ey."


    Huh that''s weird. It''s as if someone is prodding me.


    "You''re not dead are you? Mommy said you were alright.",


    *prod*


    "Hey wake up! Let''s play tag!",


    *prod*


    "THAT''S IT! I''VE HAD IT! WHO IN GOD''S NAME KEEPS POKING ME!!!",Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I looked around, furious at having my forced peaceful sleep cancelled, for someone to hit over the head... Ah, found you.


    <TARGET LOCKING> <TARGET LOCKED> <HITTING IN PROGRESS>


    "Ow.", the kid said as he massaged the spot my fist just planted itself.


    "Haha, serves you right kid. Who told you to keep poking someone whilst they were sleeping. You think someone would have taught you better... Wait, oi kid.",


    "What. Don''t hit me again or I''ll tell mommy.",


    "Huh? Why would I hit you again, anyway. Where am I?",


    "Are you sure you''re not the one that has been hit over the head mister.",


    "What do you mean?",


    "Well- everyone knows the capital. It''s the most popular place on the continent.",


    "Capital? What''s it called kid?", I asked him as I sat up from the bed I was in and made my way over to the sole window in the room.


    "Asperity mister, the capital of Asmyer.",


    "Asmyer, I''ve never heard of i-", Oh crap, I''ve just reached the window. So I suppose it is safe to assume that that space junkie was actually some sort of god then? Or maybe he''s an alien. An alien that thrives off of messing with people and making them into millionaires! Yes that''s it. That is the most logical explanation.


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    <td>How are you enjoying the new world Clive. Bit of a background before you do too much more, I said I was using this world as a sort of test world. Anyway, I thought it would be cool to have my own rpg world to mess around with from time to time so I implemented stats etc... to it. Okay. See you later sweetheart.


    Xxx. Lol.</td>


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    Or not...


    "Er- mister you''ve been spacing out for a while now. I''ll go get mommy, just wait here.", with that the boy stormed out of the room.


    So~ how does this work then.


    "Status?",


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    <td>Name: Clive Oswald</td>


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    <td>Titles: The Prophit of God, Back from the Dead, Modified</td>


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    <td>Blessings: True God''s Blessing</td>


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    <td>Affinity: All</td>


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    <td>Current Mission: Convert the World</td>


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    "Well that''s interesting...",