Gamer

Common WeedA common weed, unless for anything you know

SkillIdentifyLevel1Identify known items and display their characteristics

Really, the skill was just useless. It only told me what I already knew and when I attempt to use it on say on a unknown plant, it would just tell me everything I knew about it. Nothing I didn"t know. However using it on a skill was sort of useful as I saw more information. Not everything was shown, but it displayed anything that I learned about the skill itself. Misinformation wasn"t shown.

SkillBlunt Weapons: ClubsLevel34 [5%]Wield a club with better control.
Damage increases, control increases and you maintain a better grip

I still attended my job, the convenience of having money was too much. My banker skill was also low leveled, and I had high hopes for it. So everytime I was paid, I planned to take the money out of the bank and deposit it inside my balance. The skill looked to gain exp every second based on the amount of money it contained, summoning and depositing the money didn"t seem to give much in the way of exp. Currently, it was at level 2 [21%] and contained $120.

It was Sunday morning and I was lying back on my bed. In my hands rested the current novel I was reading. This particular one was about a holy knight sent to slay a dragon. The knight Sanderl was both brave and courageous, even after being tricked into a crippling debt he did not falter. Standing before the dragon he held his lance high. "Foul Demon! Prepare to die!". Just as the dragon attacked, the knight raised his shield and uttered a short prayer. The flames roared and broke over the shield as- my mother knocked on my door. "Jon, you awake?"

I spoke up then "Mum, I"m fine with being by myself" Resolutely she shook her head. "Not in my house" Well that"s just great.

After a few phone calls, my mother eventually found someone happy to take care of me. Holding the phone, she outlined my two choices. My aunt was happy to look after me, and I could either join her in the city, or she could come here to live for the next month. Upon hearing the choices, I immediately chose to live with her. This town was boring, there was nothing to do, I couldn"t even train any new skills here. In the city, I would have a lot more opportunities. Things to do. I informed my mother of my decision and she spoke into the phone "Jon"s happy to stay with you". She then turned to me and informed me "You can catch the train in 2 days", "Isn"t that a bit soon?" I asked, a bit shocked at the sudden warning. My mother shook her head "Didn"t I mention it? We need to catch the plane in 4 days. Two days is plenty of time to prepare yourself". Sighing, I then resumed my book. As I finished my book I received another levelup of storytelling. I dismissed the notification idly, I didn"t care for that particular skill. The rest of the day, I spent my time clearing up various odds and ends. I had to talk to my boss informing her of the situation, but she was very understanding. She offered me my job back when I came back to the town.

The things I had to do done, I spent the next day reading and playing games on my laptop in the morning. I then spent the afternoon packing my belongings. Tomorrow morning I would be leaving on a train towards the city. It was a far distance away from the town and I was a bit excited to think of the adventure that lay outside this small town. However right now, it was time to decide which of my belongings would stay, and what would go. The decision was tough, but it had to be made. Ultimately, I decided to leave most of my books behind, as well as my club. I simply didn"t have the s.p.a.ce to carry them around. And the club was far too bulky to be missed, I would also be unable to train anywhere in the city.

Sitting on my bed looking down at my packed suitcases, I sighed. As I was finished, I decided to take a break. Getting up, I walked to my desk and took my laptop out of sleep mode. Navigating to google"s search engine I typed in the name of the city I was to live. Browsing through the search results, I clicked on a few interesting entries. I then had a thought and checked out the job listings close to my aunt"s apartment. However looking online, I was unable to find anything. I"d likely have better luck in person. Some of the information about the city was interesting, and there looked to be a few places I wouldn"t mind checking out. Done with my research, I opened a game. And then I heard a *Tring*. Looking away from the laptop screen for a moment, I focused on the windows before me. And was momentarily stunned.

The skill Banker has reached level 3Your carried money is now stored inside the system
You can carry 3 different currencies

The skill Gamer has reached level 5Inventory skill has been unlocked

Shaking, I choked out the word "Inventory". Silently a black screen and silver separators appeared before me, the silver bars separated it into a 2x2 grid. A smile crawled over my face. With shaking hands, I took a book off my bed and reached out for the window. Upon touching a slot with my book, the end of the book vanished into mid-air. The window wasn"t changed however, so I pushed the book completely in. The moment the book was completely inside, a small picture of the book along with a short description appeared inside the slot. However in my hand, I could still feel that I retained a grasp of the book. Pulling it back out, the picture and description disappeared. I pushed the book back in and as the picture reappeared, I released grasp. I took a look at the description.

"Are dragons tasty?" A fantasy novel written by Artis Page

I sat on my bed heavily, my hands shaking and my heart racing. I had longed for this, dreamed for it. And now it was reality. With shaking hands I reached under my bed, felt around for what felt like a eternity, my hands found the rough bark of the club, but it was not what I was looking for. I reached just a bit further and finally felt cardboard.

Jon"s p.o.r.n magazines x 46

Finally, I had absolute security. With the realisation that my collection was now safe, the dark blot in my heart disappeared, a weight lifted from my shoulders.

Reaching under my bed again, I grasped my club and touched it against a free slot, despite the club being larger then the window, I was able to smoothly slide the club all the way in. A picture of the club then appeared in the slot and I smiled. This was incredibly handy. Taking one of the textbooks I had removed from the box, I attempted to place it inside the same slot as the fantasy novel. But I met resistance and a window popped up.

"Textbook" and "Fantasy Novel" cannot be stacked

A shame.

But regardless, it was easier to carry the bag than it was to carry the laptop. So I switched them back with my laptop back safely in the inventory.

I wanted to see if I had gained experience from this messing around, so I summoned my character menu and tapped on my inventory skill.

SkillInventoryLevel1 [14%]Unlocks a 2x2 inventory

This lack of information.. Well. It was pretty normal.

Reading, I barely noticed as the train left the station. As I read, the train began to pickup speed. The scenery around us gradually changed from buildings to farms, then from farms to fields.

The wheels clicked and clacked as the sun lazily beat down on the ground, I looked outside occasionally, curious as to the new sights. But everytime I looked, I could not recognise any of the places I saw. The steady rhythmic rumbling of the train created a lure, my eyes began to droop and my book was harder to read. In a daze I lay back on my seat, my eyes closing for just a moment, with the steady rumble of the train luring me into dreamless sleep. But as if it was seconds later, the train hooted and began to slow down. Raising my heavy eyelids I looked outside the window, where there had been only green fields and mountains, tall skysc.r.a.pers now scratched the heights. The train began to screech and shudder as it slowed.

The train slowed as it the station and gradually pulled to a stop. Stretching, I got up and grabbed both my bags. Placing my book inside my pocket, I waited for the doors to open. With a soft hiss, they separated and I stepped outside. From a quiet rumble to a jumble of voices and machines. The shock was immense. Instantly waking me from the half sleep I was in. In front of me a small box appeared.

Entered Medeas Train Station

I stepped off the train and made my way to the entrance, pushing my way through the crowds of bodies. Eventually after what seemed like forever, I stood in front of the station next to the road. Looking around I hunted for a familiar face. Rows of taxi"s lined up, awaiting their charges. Finally I spotted my aunt. Her plump cheeks and black hair tied into a bun with her short statue was instantly recognisable. Quickly hurrying to her, I greeted her "h.e.l.lo auntie" with a smile, she grinned at me "Jon! Its great to see you!". Happily I replied "Likewise".

My aunt stepped backwards and gave me a quick lookover. "You"ve grown" she chuckled. "Its been only a year since I"ve last seen you. And you are already this tall?". I shrugged helplessly, there was no real reply.

With the greetings finally aside, We walked to her car, after unlocking the boot, I placed my bags inside and closed it. I moved to the front seat where I climbed in. She pulled out of the carpark and into the slow traffic, as we drove, she pointed out places and gave me a tourist guide introduction. "Over there is a french restaurant. Don"t visit. They are no more french than I am russian" "That building is the Stanley Raise. Most expensive place to live in the city". As she rattled off information about building after building I just sat back and enjoyed the sight.

As my eyes travelled across the buildings, I noticed a large building. Where the others looked inviting and had windows to peer in, this had walls of black that looked both fancy and posh. And gave no hint as to what was inside. Two large doors were set in the entrance, formidable and wooden. A small sign were placed outside "Invitation Only". Noticing my gaze, my aunt spoke "I don"t know anything about that place. Its always been there as long as I remember"

Alongside the black wall, a man sat, his beard tangled and clothes tattered. A floppy hat sat on his head and his grim the very picture of homeless. A hat sat in front of him, collecting donations from any generous pedestrians that might care to help him. His face was downcast and his body screamed poor.

Talok Blainz lv.27

My body was frozen, my eyes fixated on the box. What I saw was a impossibility. The highest level I had ever seen was a aged pensioner who had fought in the wars. But even his level was a meager level 12. Here was a homeless man, sitting in tattered clothes and looking for all the world like he was someone to ignore and forget. With double the level. A impossibility.

His eyes were not the eyes of the homeless. His level was far beyond anything I had seen. And when he met my eyes.

Night fell and eventually I slept. But even in my dreams, the man haunted me, teased me, asked me in a croaking voice, "Wouldn"t you like to know who I am?"
They were not pleasant dreams.