《Typical (Dropped)》 01 The End Today began as many days begin - with an alarm. However today was not a typical day deserving of an equally typical alarm. Quite the opposite, sirens similar to those of an air raid shrieked throughout the city, not unlike the individuals within, disturbed from their monotonous lives. For this day was the day of terrifying events. This day was the day of regretful thoughts. This day was the day of the end. --- Many high school students don''t enjoy the thought or practice of education, no matter the benefits. Those that do are thought of by their peers as holding a type of altruism, not conforming to the teenage lifestyle of hidden drugs and secret liquor. However, there are a lucky few that manage to meet the expectations of both parties - the board of education and their fellow students, that is, - able to ride their wave of intelligence and charisma to the top of prominent businesses once released to society. I am not one such individual. I was raised by two monotonous parents into a monotonous family in a monotonous town. I am not of a rich background, nor a poor one. I am not the center of attention in the cliques, but I am not the loner that sits by the window in the back corner of class either. I am merely a bystander to the ways of the world, sharing an agreed apathy with society, as I had no interest in them, nor them in me. Sure I have friends, if you mean people I share a class period with, then don''t speak with them outside of class. My appearance may have had something to do with it, but I think it is something different. I, sharing a common trait of the human race, believe that I am more appealing than I really am. Without an outside opinion, it is nearly impossible to tell without falling to the depths of narcissism. I have short blonde hair, darker than the normal blonde, so I don''t have to style it to blend in. I have blue eyes, so at least I had being aryan going for me (yay I like being Hitler''s idea of a perfect race /s). My least appealing feature is my face. I''m not downright appalling, that would make me have individuality. I merely had the typical teenage acne that laziness wouldn''t cure, as well as a never-fading goggle tan from my year-round swimming regimen. If I had one positive thing to say about myself, it would be that doing things effortlessly comes naturally to me. That doesn''t necessarily mean that I can create works of art easily, but rather that I am able to provide the bare minimum required of me without needing to expend my own energy. In the common tongue, it would be called laziness, something I do not disagree with.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. Of course, I wouldn''t be describing any of this to you if it didn''t have any effect on my future. The near future, in fact. The root of many uncontrollable situations may come from poor planning, or lack of attention to the beginnings, but this particular root led directly to me. Or rather, my laziness. It began with an alarm. Not the sound of the alarm, but instead the lack of it. This particular situation was not unlikely, as it had happened times before, but this time the effects dragged on. My alarm had apparently decided to convince my parents'' alarms not to blare either, which made things less favorable. Less favorable by means of detention, which was held in the auditorium. I was told to report to the auditorium after school along with the other kids for an hour of silence and studying, but either my mind had decided to take a break, or my body had developed a sudden bladder issue, as I found myself walking to the auditorium 15 minutes after the dismissal bell had rung. Reaching the double doors awarded me with an abrupt sound not unlike those associated with error messages on computers. ~Gain necessary items or skills necessary in order to receive entrance to this area ''Well that''s unus-'' My inner thoughts were disturbed by a dagger to the calf muscle, held by a creature as ugly as a naked rat, but on two feet. I was barely able to retain my thought, as the pain was as excruciating as you would expect of a jagged and rusty piece of scrap metal formed into a crude dagger. My thoughts were split into two groups- ''What is that thing'' and ''I need some ibuprofen.'' Luckily, or maybe not, for me, the creature was unable to pull the blade out of my leg, being hooked into my flesh. I used what little strength I had, and loosed its grip, picking it up and slamming its head against the wall repeatedly. After a good minute or so of bashing, I received another message from whatever it was. ~1 Shard obtained. ~1 Experience point awarded. ~Knowledge of Rodents added to personal identification system. ''Experience point? I know enough about internet culture to know what direction this is going.'' Lo and behold, I was given affirmation. ~Tier II includes: *initialization of The System *added individuals *added monsters ''Well there goes my afternoon'' Looking down at my still very real wound I thought, ''Or even the rest of my life if I don''t get immediate care'' Well that solves that I guess. Author''s note: I will not update on a regular schedule, maybe not at all. It all depends on you readers to give me motivation to write another chapter.