《Card Game》 Chapter 1 A world of darkness, nothing present and nothing happening. The world remains that way for maybe seconds, maybe millennia, maybe till the end of time. Until a flash occurs, and time starts to move in this forgotten world. Out of the flash, one being takes tentative steps forward. It looks around in fear, not calling out anything with some unknown wisdom. Tap, tap, tap... As the being walks forward with a humanoid form. It looks around with more purpose, seeing if anything will stand to her. However, something does... As deep within his darkness that seems endless, deeper than the Abyss of Punishment, a creature waits in slumber. Inhale¡­ Exhale¡­ Inhale¡­ Exhale¡­ It breathes slowly, only about two full breaths per minute, showing cases of deep hibernation, which is strange in this world where nothing changes. A small sparkbrightens within what appears to be the nostrilsof the creatures every breath, though the darkness swallows any light that mighthave produced. It has tried to stay awake before, but when time passes at the slowest possible speed at the same time as the fastest possible speed, it gets rather confusing. Easier to just sleep. So the creature has waited, disregarded by all life and light, only known to darkness. Back to the being, which now has an orb of light in hand, revealing a simple female face that has regained their calm. The face is only simple because of no startling details, otherwise, it is otherworldly beautiful. Any to lay eyes on her, be they man or woman, will instantly envy a blessing such as her. Letting go of the light which hovers in place, she stretches out her hand and another flash happens. Within her hand is what appears to be a small world, complete with greens, blues, whites, reds, yellows, and many other extravagant shades and tints. Now, the woman lets go, and the world flies and grows, encompassing the void until it reaches the size of a real world. Next, she pushes the ball of light up, and it flies to rest beside the slowly revolving world. And finally, she withdraws what appears to be a simple stone. And throws it with a might that the giants would be envious of. This stone, rounds out and becomes the moon of this world. Mumbling softly to herself, she spreads her arms wide causing people, monsters, buildings, weapons, animals, and other races to fly out and shoot towards the world. The craters that could be expected to appear don¡¯t, instead they rest gently on the surface, and seem to have kingdoms established. Finally, the woman speaks in understandable sentences. ¡°Nomad, my world is Nomad.¡± She smiles at that, and then pulls out something from her pocket. A simple deck of 52 cards, and she begins to shuffle them slowly. Watching the world with interest as much time passes, but to her it only seems like a few minutes. Kingdoms dominate then fall, races go extinct then get reborn by latent genes. Monsters get stupidly strong as well as the sentient races. Yet still, unknown to all inhabitants, the woman still shuffles her cards. She stops shuffling and appraises the deck, deciding it is shuffled enough. ¡°Perfect, now for the fun bits.¡± She pulls out two more cards and slides them in at random, before they disappear though it is flashed twin jokers, one of bright grey and gold with the other being a deep purple and red. Looking out the way with which she assumes she found this dimension, she spreads her fingers wide and creates a portal. Through this portal the cards go, casually being tossed as if it is nothing of importance. The portal leads to the least magically endowed sentient world, which at this point, would be considered Earth. Unbeknownst to the Woman, the beast deep in the darkness has slowly begun to stir, ever so slowly. The sun hurts it senses, and the presence of other life messes with it¡¯s abilities. It is ready to strike, but it¡¯s mind is muddled and weary from sleeping for so long. It will take a long time for it to awaken, but it will awaken. The woman closes the portal after the last card was thrown. Returning to watching her world, she waits patiently. Patience is after all nothing to an immortal, much less a goddess.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. *** A seemingly ordinary looking man is sitting at the counter of a bar, ordering another round for himself. Deep in melancholy over his life, he drinks and drinks, hoping to get drunk. It never happens though, in all his 20 years he has never been drunk. ¡°Whiskey, you¡¯re muttering to yourself again,¡± the bartender says with his back turned, ¡°Either cut it off or get. My other buyers aren¡¯t gonna get scared off cause of the weirdass that has inner demons.¡± Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Whiskey nods to the barkeep, though the man can¡¯t see it. Downing a glass, then another, and another¡­ Whiskey still isn¡¯t drunk, like usual. He¡¯s been here since noon, and now the clock reads around 7 o¡¯clock. Looking around, he sees that the place is now crowded with drunks, almost everyone is here to get drunk after all. Stifling a groan, Whiskey gets up to leave, putting his money down on the bar where the man working can see it. Walking out of the hot room and onto the cool street, he starts the long walk home on the sidewalk. The moon shines down on him, revealing long black hair covering his features with a shaggy look. The wind is blowing gently, moving his hair and revealing a soft nose, semi-full pink lips, and a haughty look. He looks starved as his cheekbones are particularly prominent. In a skinny body that shows off the lean muscles of survival on the streets in a third-world country, he walks. The most startling thing though, his dull grey eyes, so dull his pupils seem to blend in to his irises with the moonlight. He could pass for blind like this, but no he has incredibly clear vision. Turning down a shortcut towards his shack, he sees two people following him. ¡®The streets of a small Iraqi city really aren¡¯t safe for a drunk. Who knows what can happen to others¡¯ Whiskey thinks to himself. He sighs softly and continues walking, waiting until he gets to a dead end and turns around. He¡¯s just waiting now, thinking over who knows what. Finally, the two come around the corner, but they aren¡¯t alone. Following behind them are three others. ¡°Hey buddy, hand over ya wallet and no one has to get hurt.¡± The leader says. Whiskey scratches the back of his head and looks at them like they¡¯re idiots, ¡°But I¡¯m broke.¡± The leader glances back at his boys, who nod, then turns back to Whiskey with a malicious grin, ¡°Well, you have body parts don''t ya? They have value, stupid bastard.¡± ¡®Oh hell no, fuck that. He did not just say that shit to ME!¡¯ Whiskey screamed in his head. ¡°You shouldn''t have done that you fuck¡­¡± ¡°Hell you talking bout buddy, there''s five of us and one of yous right,¡± the leader reminded in complete confidence. Whiskey lifts his head up, showing instead of dull grey eyes, there is now one glowing yellow as well as the other remaining full grey. However, Whiskey has already moved. Reaching into his pocket for a small switchblade, he rushes forward cutting the leaders cheek as he barely dodges. Without slowing, he switches to a reverse grip and stand towards the arm of the man with fake gold chains, who was next to the leader. ¡°WHAT THE FUCK MAN! KILL THIS BASTARD!¡± Chains, now holding his bleeding arm, snaps out. One guy in a tank top lifts a pipe, trying to smash in Whiskey¡¯s face, but Whiskey ducks the blow, smashing his wrist and grabbing the pipe. Hitting Tanktop on the head, knocking him out with a collapsed jaw and blood splatters everywhere. ¡®One down¡¯ Whiskey turns, but gets clocked on his face by a fatass¡¯ fist. Disoriented for a second, someone he can''t see starts choking him out as Fatass punches his midsection over and over. Scrunching up his neck, he manages to get the choker¡¯s hand in view, to which he sinks his teeth into that flesh. He screams, ¡°SON OF A BITCH, IS THIS GUY SICK!¡± He pulls his arms back, but Whiskey grabs his wrists hard, nearly breaking them, and swings him into Fatass. Leader has been waking up Chains from his pain to help Fatass and the other guy, who has on puffy jacket in 90 degree nighttime weather. ¡®Gotta hurry¡¯ Whiskey runs over to Jacket and grabs his head, pulling him towards a wall of the alley. And he starts slamming the head repeatedly on the wall. Cracks can be seen growing on the wall at the same rate that red and white start to be revealed from under Jacket¡¯s skin. ¡®Two down¡¯ Fatass grabs Whiskey under his arms pulling him off Jacket, but it''s too late. Stretching his leg forward, he slams it back as hard as possible into Fatass¡¯ crotch. Leader and Chains run over, throwing haymakers at Whiskey trying to stop him. They can''t though, as Whiskey dodges or blocks every hit. After a particularly sloppy punch, Whiskey grabs Chains¡¯ wrist, pulling the idiot over his outstretched leg causing him to trip. Looking at Leader, Whiskey rushes and kicks the man¡¯s knee. Leader falls on his shaky leg, leaving no one standing. Walking over to where his switchblade was dropped after being pulled out of Chains¡¯ arm, he picks it up. Twirling it in his hand, he grabs Fatass¡¯ hair and lifts his ugly pig face, performing a simple cut along his neckline. He made sure to make it deep so there would be no need for a second. Hearing the gargles of this man¡¯s final breath, Whiskey grins just a tiny bit. ¡®That''s three,¡¯ Whiskey then speaks, ¡°Would you like to know your mistake tonight?¡± Chains was trying to get up, until Whiskey rocketed a kick into his chest causing him to fall back down. ¡°It was the fact you called me the B-word, see the others and I don''t really appreciate that word at all¡± Stabbing his knife down through Chains¡¯ eye, a bitchy scream tears from the man''s lips. Whiskey¡¯s punch on the hilt of the knife drives it deeper into his brain, killing him and cutting off the noise. ¡®Four down¡¯ ¡°This mind is already unstable, not to mention filled with hate for everything, and you called us the one word that''s off limits. So, we made you pay,¡± he says as if discussing a basketball game. Slowly walking over to Leader, who is trying to crawl back, Whiskey grabs his ankle before snapping it. ¡°Now, I feel like you should be made to suffer, but not for long.¡± Already covered in blood, looking down at Leader with a calm smile, he looks reminiscent off demon incarnate. Time proceeds in this deadens, only marked by the sound of loud cracks and thuds which are soon followed by at first curses, then screams, but now only soft whimpers. Finally, with one more thud, the body of what was once the Leader moves no more. ¡®That''s five, goal complete. Returning to prioritized personality (Whiskey), Butcher return and wait for next assignment.¡¯ Butcher, in the body of Whiskey, sighs, ¡°Only ever get out for this bullshit. Should really let me go fuck Whisk, I''m getting sterile just waiting.¡± Chuckling to himself, he sits against the wall and a shudder passed through the body. Whiskey¡¯s eyes open, revealing their usual dull grey. Taking out a cigarette and lighter to calm his nerves, he sits there against the wall observing his handiwork. Well Butcher''s handiwork to be more accurate. Then something amazing happens... Something Whiskey thinks of as; ''Some crazy assmagic'' Chapter 2 A bright flash of light appears before Whiskey, showing what appears to be a tear in the world. No, not a tear in like the ground, or in the wall. A physical tear in the air revealing a void. Then, a blue screen appears as well, blocking the view of the tear.
Welcome Card Player Whiskey You have been chosen to take part in my game. Within this game, there are 54 total players, each one of them has been given a card from my deck (Yes we are using Jokers) by some special circumstance. You are the 12th chosen player, please await for more specfics afterthe others are selected.
''What?'' Whiskey thinks to himself as he looks around. Finding that everywhere is clear, he looks back only to see the screen and the tear have vanished, leaving behind a softly glowing black orb. The orb, around half the side of his head, seems to be covering something from view. "Is this some type of bullshit prank?" Whiskey calls out, to really make sure there is no one else. Of course, he doesn''t shout too loudly as he is next to dead bodies covered in blood. Hearing nothing, he turns back to the orb, seeing it hasn''t changed. Sighing in annoyance, he lifts himself off the ground and tries to walk off. However, the orb moves in front of him. And when Whiskey tries to walk past it, it moves in front of him again, but never moving back. Then, trying to walk through it, it reveals itself to be as sturdy as a brick wall. ''So going around it is out, going through it is out. What the fuck, do I really have to wait for this bullshit to be done?'' Whiskey angrily thinks. Sighing, he goes back over to the wall and pulls out his cigarette, only realizing he dropped it when the screen first appeared. Pulling out another one as he leans against the wall, he lights it and waits. Thankfully, the wait wasn''ttoo long.
Thank you for waiting, Whiskey As all players have been selected, more information can be revealed. To begin with, your card is the Black and White Joker, which means you will not have a set starting point, but will possess a unique skill. Aces are the strongest at the start and Twos are the weakest at the start, but all will grow very quickly until they die. Due to your checkered past, you have been granted a Legendarytitle in addition to any you may already possess. Now, please remain still as you are about to be removed from your world and placed in another dimension.
''Huh? Black and White Joker, Title, Dimension?'' Whiskey repeats in his head. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, EXPLAIN THIS SHIT YOU BITCH!!" He screeches at the top of his lungs at the sky. Realizing his mistake for shouting, he takes off running, but is clotheslined by the black orb. Or what was the black orb, as it now shows a slowly turning playing card. The back of it looks like something that would be seen on a tarot card is how mysterious it appears, with small lines creating a circle around what seems like an hour glass. Then as it continues to rotate, the face side of the card where there would usually be the jester riding a bike, it shows a blank white face with the words ''Black and White''. ''This is a playing card?'' Whiskey thinks in denial. He reaches out to pick up the card since it seems like it''ll keep blockinghim if he doesn''t. However, as he touches the card, the words change. Instead, it shows his face, but one half of his portait is all white with a black background, and the other halfis black with a white background. All the contours are perfect, everything is exaclty as he appears today, though the last picture he ever took was for his middle school graduation. "How the fuck did they get this? It''s not a mirror right?" After confirming it wasn''t he tried to think of anytime someone could''ve taken a picture of him. Only to be interrupted from searching his memories by the sounds of footsteps hitting the pavament outside the alleyway. ''Shit, forgot the bodies,'' Whiskey thinks as he pockets the card and looks for a way out of the deadend. Seeing nothing on ground level, he looks up the walls and sees some windows. Pocketing the card, he rushes over to that section of the alley and leaps, grabbing the first window sill. He pulls himself up, and proceeds to keep leaping up the next three window ledges until he''s at the roof. Now, he''s running along the densely packed rooftops trying to make it far enough away from the crime scene that it can''t be traced back to him.
Teleport commensing...
''FUCK!" Whiskey shouts, completely forgetting about the card. Stopping himself as much as possible, he almost reaches a complete stop, but... A flash appears, and then a tear in the world is closed again, leaving behind the ring and pinky finger of Whiskey''s left hand. Feeling the teleport take place, his body feels like it''s tearing itself apart. If he had remained still, it would''ve been like a gentle tube that all it would feel like is sliding. Since he was moving, his body now crashes along the edge of thetube and the result? Well, his body is suffering more pain that someone with the least pain resistance ever recorded in human history having to suffer from a master torturer for a year. Closing his eyes, thinking it will help him focus past the pain, he tries to fight through it. He won''t succumb to the pain, He''s done too much in his life to be worth the death of a measly teleport. No, the only way Whiskey feels he can die is on the battlefield, nothing else will let his soul rest.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. The pain lasts what could be years for all Whiskey knew, but he doesn''t lose consciousness. He keeps pushing from somewhere deep inside his mind, eveyone is helping him stay awake. Butcher, Ryan, System, and all the others. *** Finally, after one last mental push, the pain starts to recede. And with it, the shouting in his mind also stops, releasing Whiskey from the torment and confusion. Shaking his head to remove the last wisps of disorientation, he picks his head up off the ground and looks around. There is nothing, absolutely nothing but darkness everywhere. Even what he is laying on in a collapsed heap doesn''t have any difference from the rest of this place. For all he knew, he could have just landed on a floating plate the size of his body. Then he notices the other people, doing a quick head count there is 53 others, and all are staring at him. Strangely, he could make out each of their features though there is no discernible light source which makes everyone look like a part of some animated wallpaper in one of those rich kids bedroom. ''Why the fuck is everyone staring at me? Is it cause they''re so much taller than me?'' Whiskey thinks, ''Oh wait, I seem to be the only one on the damn floor. Fuck.'' Lifting himself up, he looks around at everyone still staring at him, "What the fuck you want, need a minute to take it all in?" "Assholes," he mutters under his breath afterwards, until he brushes his shirt with his right hand and feels all the blood. ''Okay that''s understandable hehe,'' Whiskey chuckles in his head. Then, someone points at his left hand with their mouth slightly open, causing Whiskey to look down. Seeing his hand with two less fingers and bleeding profusely from the stubs, he sighs and just rips off some fabric from his shirt. He wraps the hand in front of everyone, not even bothering to react to pain when he already experienced the worse pain ever imaginable. "Seems that everyone has arrived," A voice says from above the gathered people, "Well to begin, I am the goddess of Games known as Yoko. You have all been chosen by a card, as you should know." Everyone looks up, seeing a womanly figure of unparalled beauty. Everyone stunned into silence, besides one princely looking man. And of course Whiskey wouldn''t be phased by something as simple as a beatiful women. "My heavenly beauty, why have you brought us here? Surely one such as you has other matters to attend to besides blessing us with the one chance to see you," Princely says in all his impeccable gumption and charisma. "Ooh I picked up a flatterer this time," Yoko says while getting slightly red around her cheeks, "Well to answer your question, my cards have chosen you all to take place in this game. However, this isn''t your usual game, instead you will be gambling with your lives for unimaginable power. It will all take place on my world, Nomad!!" "Yeah alright now what the fuck is the point of this whole thing? Got a reason for taking people from their lives and sending them to a new world?" Whiskey calls out, interrupting the goddess as she just gets on a roll. Everyone stares at him incredulously, except Princely who just glares at him with rage enough to kill. "Forgive that... imbecile, I''m sure he is still psychotic form wherever he got covered in such blood. At least, I hope his actions won''t cause you to think worse on the rest of us, as you can see, I am the Kingof Hearts, hopefully having some meaning to you?" The goddess seems unfazed by Whiskey, in fact she smiles and nods at him before turning to Princely, "To answer you, yes all of you have been selected by the card that suits you best. Spades have more physcial prowesswhen doing any hard work meaning fighting or labour, Diamonds have more wisdom when making decisions such as for businesses or life and death, Hearts have more charm and appeal to all, and Clubs have more luck in all things, though it is almost unnoticable. Jokers however, are able to have all qualities of the suitsor no qualities of the suits. Being the Kingof Hearts means you will undoubtedly be pursued by the many women of this world. Maybe even some gay men~." Yoko giggles to herself at that, "Now to answer you, darling with the grey eyes, no you cannot relinquish the card. You are chosen to play, so you must play. Where''s the fun in leaving when itis so interesting?" "Uh huh, sure. Now really, how do I quit this stupid.. Game?" Whiskey retorts. "You don''t!" the floating lady laughs at that, "This game was made to appease my boredom, and as I''m still bored you''re stuck. But don''t worry, all it takes to do what you want is strength. On Nomad, Strength creates your Freedom." She gives a charming smile looking at the rest of the people gathered. ''Oh, I think I''m going to like this,'' An unbidden sinister thought springs in Whiskey''s head. Though he isn''t exactly mad about it. "Now, that out of the way, I want everyone to think ''Status Screen'' and see what happens." ''Might as well since I''ll be fucking stuck here anyway. Status Screen.'' Wiskey thinks.
Status screen
Name: Whiskey (Whiskey) Level: 1, (0%)
Card: B/W Joker Race: Human Class: N/A
Title(s): Mind of Many(Unique), Stat Whore(Legendary), Warrior''s Child
Health: 600/600 Mana: 500/500 Stamina: 1000/1000
Strength: 18 Agility: 23
Vitality: 12 Endurance: 20
Intelligence: 15 Wisdom: 10
Luck: 2 Potential:ERROR
Skill(s): 5 listed (Think ''Skills'' for more information)
Seeing the status screen, Whiskey''s eyes slightly widened, while others seem to literally call out in shock. Among those calls, they feature; "What the? Are my stats broken, there is nothing here!!" "Why is my Intelligence so low! I''m not an idiot bitch!" "Am I overpowered or what? Lowest stat at 200, I think I''ll love this life! HAHA!!" "My Luck stat is so broken, why is it so high!!" While Whiskey, looking it over, thinks to himself, ''That level of Luck explains my life, I guess mine are realistic while others seem to be varied.'' Calling out, the Princely says, "What is this Potential stat? I''ve never seen this on a status screen in RPG games. Mine only says 1,000, is that good or bad?" ''I''d like to know too. Mine does say ERROR after all, but I''m not dumb enough to just say what my potential is.'' -Whiskey "Ah yes, almost forgot. Thinking ''Status Screen'' and then a stat will provide more information on it. Same for all the sub-sections such as race, card, skills, and class. Now please think of Potential to find out more." Yoko replies while watching everyone''s reaction. The words ''Status Screen, Potential'' go through everyone''s mind revealing the same screen.
Potential Status that lists the rate of growth in the world Nomad. 100 in this stat is considered average, while below is bad and above is great. The highest recorded Potential on Nomad is listed at 256,730.
''Still doesn''t answer my question of why mine has an ERROR instead of a number,'' thinks Whiskey. "Now, as this is your new life, it would make sense to have a new race? Here is one free item to change it to any on the world." A flash appears in front of everyone, a simple camera. Looking in, everyone see''s a full-body picture of themselves and ways to edit the way they appear.. Soon everyone chooses one, including Whiskey. As the changes take place, a flash occurs around each player carrying them off to Nomad. Except for two players, one being Whiskey, another being a once bland looking girl that now resembles a heavenly descended dryad. "Now, to explain to my lovely Jokers the secrets of my lovely Game." Yoko says seductively with a glint in her eyes. Now, Whiskey gulps, a little afriad of what''s to come. Chapter 3 "Simply put, this world has many different intricacies that the other 52 will have to get used to. But as you are the wildcards, I thought I should make it more wild for the others. Now, as always for games, have fun!!!" Yoko says after what felt like a year long conversation. Whiskey rubs his head, trying to make sure he keeps all the information he was just told. Instead he is being ushered to a portal instead of being teleported away by a flash of light. To sum up all Yoko told the two Jokers, all members of the game are playing against each other, however it wasn''t announced to them. Next, the reason both their Potential stats say ERROR is because they are the wildcards. They have the most potential out of all the players, but also the least if they don''t do anything about it. ''Well that bit makes sense, I was wondering why Jokers were important to this game.'' -Whiskey And, as to have some fun watching the game, Yoko gifted them a free class creation. Now, Whiskey doesn''t know what the girl, who he finds out is named Tara, made, but he is proud of his.
Class Created: Refiner A one-of-a-kind class, the Refiner is one that get''s stronger over time. Able to make the weakest sword into a blade stronger than Excalibur as long as it lasts each trial by fire. Same can be said for the player. Refiners get stronger over time, as the class will also improve over time, making the creator into eventual all-powerful as long as they can last while playing. Used long enough, the class will present the player with the ability to make the class stronger, adding aspects of a class into the Refiner.
Using inspiration from some fantasy books he read, Whiskey decided to create a class that will never need to be switched out. And Refiner was born, completely overpowered even by the goddess'' standards. In fact, when Whiskey made it, she tried to bribe him to hand it over to her as hew new class instead of her class already of Goddess of Games. After that, it was just a sum of whether or not they understood the world enough as well as the cards. The Aces may be overpowered amongst the players, but in Nomad they are only High-classsoldiers, nothing like generals, masters, and heros. Twos meanwhile will all be started in the weakest city of their respective races to give them a fair chance, and so forth for the weaker cards. However, the difference between face cards and the others is that instead of being the strongest as Aces, they embody their Suit. So the King of Spades will be something like a world-class martial artist, and the Queen of Clubs will be a master poker player or a lottery winner. Now, the meaning behind the Jokers. There are two jokers, the Black and White and the Color. Tara obviously is the Color, which means she doesn''t look at the world with hate, but rather with ambition despite her seeming bored face. It also means she is considered thehero by the Deck, while Whiskey with his Black and White Joker is the villian. Now, this isn''t set in stone, it''s just viewed that way. Yoko made sure to really nail home that this game must come down to 1 of 54 players, and that any choices are up to the players. Also, in this time, Whiskey was able to find out what all his titles mean.
Mind of Many(Unique) Within the bearer of this title''s mind rests more than one distinct personality. With each personality, there will be a completely different skill set with changed stats and skills.
Stat Whore(Legendary) The Stat Whore Title is awarded to those that meet the desire to become stronger from feeling weak and restrained their entire life. With this title, the player can now gain power at an incredible speed, and making it easier to find hidden stats.
Warrior''s Child Children of soldiers are known to carry the genetics of their parents, providing an increased proficiency with weapons.
Wildcard(Legendary) Title presented by the goddess of games to remind the bearer they are meant to progress the game forward as either the hero, villian, or something else entirely. Title provides user with +100 to the Luck stat.
Trial by Fire(Class) Special Title of the Refiner class, provides the skill Refine and the time that the player stays alive increases their power by removing weaknesses such as poison vulnerability, soft skin, and vital points. Gives a bonus +50 to all stats for having a class at the level of Godlike.
So, in all, Whiskey has gone from his old self to around 4 times stronger and wiser. Not to mention that he can finally be considered lucky. ''I guess I''ll take a look at what I''m working with as far as stats. Status Screen,'' Whiskey thinks with some slight anticipation. After all, he should finally be considered strong by his old world''s standards. Check that,DEFINITELY by his old worlds standards.
Status screen
Name: Whiskey (Whiskey) Level: 1, (0%)
Card: B/W Joker Race: Elven (Vampiric) Class: Refiner(Godlike)
Title(s): Mind of Many(Unique), Stat Whore(Legendary), Warrior''s Child, Wildcard(Legendary), Trial by Fire(Class)
Health: 5600/5600 Mana: 5500/5500 Stamina: 6000/6000
Strength: 18(+50) Agility: 23(+50)
Vitality: 12(+50) Endurance: 20(+50)
Intelligence: 20(+50) Wisdom: 30(+50)
Luck: 2 (+150) Potential: ERROR
Skill(s):7 listed (Think ''Skills'' for more information)
Of course, Whiskey tried to view his skills, but they were listed as classified until on Nomad.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Now, with the long long informing process the goddess seemed to love to torture him with, he can finally start plaing the game. Especially in his new body, all the strengths of a vampire without the weakness of the daylight or him being hungry for blood at all times being an Elf.Strange counter-balance but it seemed to work for him. However, no matter how much he tried, he could change his body structure, not his hair or eyes, which remain black as the night and dull grey respectively. Putting this all to the back of his mind, Whiskey walks forward without looking back, ready to start a new journey in this world. *** After a bright flash within a beautiful forest canopy in broad daylight, a body rests in slumber at the base of what appears to be a gigantic crystaline tree. It shines a bright green on the clearing, and it''s roots spread out for daysunder the earth creating the forest of the elves. There are no signs of life near this tree, as by all in the forest it is respected as a holy existence. If any were to see Whiskey, as it is his body sleeping underthe tree, they would try to attack him outright for disgracing the entire forest. Suddenly, a little ripple appears on the trunk of the tree, and a girlsteps out while looking around for a disturbance. She is covered in a leafy fabric that compliments her pale skin and startling green eyes. Cascading down her back to rest below her butt is hair that seems to be blonde and green depending on the light that reflects off it. If any were to see her, they''d immediately think of her as one of the mysterious race of Dryads. Seeing the body of Whiskey, she shrieks, "W-w-what are you d-doing? H-How did y-y-y-yo-you manage to get here without me sensing you?" she looks around in fear, wondering if something out there will attack her tree. Looking back down, she sees that he hasn''t moved, so she moves around to look at his face. Looking at his distinctly elven face, she notices he is sleeping peacefully. Seeing him so calm and happily sleeping, she blushes slightly before she decides to rest next to him. Before she knows it, she also drifted off to sleep. Some time later, particularly when the sun is about to set, Whiskey stirs. Lifting his head up and twisting so he can sit up, he looks around only to see the beautiful dryad resting peacefully beside him. Deciding to ignore it for now, he thinks what he has been anticipating for a while now. Skills. ''Status Screen, Skills'' -Whiskey.
Skills List:
Brawler: (Intermediate 3, 33%)Wielder of this skill is no stranger to a fight, in fact they usually chase them whenever possible. When fighting, pain makes them hit harder and they rarely get distracted. Power of hands and feet when fighting increases as level goes up
Pain Resistance: (Advanced 9, 90%)Gaining this skill reveals a past filled of hurting. Level of mastery reveals exposure to pain and resistance to allforms of physical pain. Not to be confused with sturdiness of the body.
Bladesmanship (Beginner 5, 20%)Advanced version of swordsmanship skill, requires in depth knowledge of all types of blades to unlock and becoming more skilled with only one blade will not advance this skill. Proficiency of new bladed weapons increase as skill increases. Attacks also get faster and more deadly
Battle Stamina (Beginner 8, 56%)When fighting, the bearer of this skill can keep fighting even when stamina is drained without much drawbacks. Drawbacks lessen as skill rises, but drawbacks of no stamina heavy limbs, slower processing, delayed coordination, etc.
Mental Replacement(Unique) (Due to the nature of this skill, Mastery is not available)Unique skill for the player possessing the Unique title Mind of Manyallows to make efficient switches to other personalities on commmand
Refine(Class) (Beginner 1, 0%)Skill can be used on any material besides the flesh, renders a strengthening technique to create a stronger version of the previous item. Does not equip magical properties or enhance magical properties, only strengthens physical attributes.
Blood Sucker(Race) (Beginner 1, 0%)Absorb the blood of alive bodies or freshly dead corpses to regain health, mana, and stamina. Fills up each equally and cannot be absorbed in such a way to target one specific status.
Seeing his skills, it sums up his life until this point. One fight after another all the wayfrom his childhood to the moment he got teleported here. And he is still probably going to fight all the time on Nomad. But anything is better than back then... All those needles... So manytests, so much pain, so many dead before their time... And never being saved... It was all erased from existence... Besides Whiskey... "STOP IT!!" Whiskey shouts out to clear his cluttered mind from thinking on the past. He forgot he wasn''t alone so he doesn''t hold back in his yell, startling the girl next to him awake in fear of the noise. The dryad rushes to the other side of the crystalline tree, showing she is a very timid girl. "Ah.. I''m sorry, I forgot I wasn''t alone. But, can''t you forgive me, I''m a stranger to these parts and very confused," Whiskey says a small calmly aspossible, not trying to make any enemies with the mysterious girl. "I-i-its okay. I''mj-just not used to p-pe-people," The girl replies, but she doesn''t reveal her face from behind the giant tree. Contemplating on how he should proceed for a second with her, Whiskey then speaks, "Well how about something simple first. What''s your name and where am I?" Now her head peak she around the tree, causing Whiskey to see how the tree and her eyes match each other perfectly. "Me? W-well I''m a d-dryad, and I''m c-ca-called Floriana. And you don''t know where you are? You''re in my f-forest, the Elven K-Kin-Kingdom, right besides m-myWorld Tree." ''A World Tree?? What unbelieveable luck! Praise the goddess Yoko!'' Whiskey calls out in his mind. Now he really looks at the tree, noticingits height and it''sseeminglymajestic feeling. "Huh, wellson of a bitch.." Whiskey mutters as herealizes his foolishness.