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We aren’t giving you such a bad handicap, after all.” A mockery of indulgence… but you can climb out of the hole you’ve dug yourself, I’m sure. After this, you will not be, but you will be entertainment. “You have nothing better to do,” it replied, “Because you are dead. “You’re lucky I have nothing better to do,” I sighed. “Then I’ll just dump points into Knowledge (Arcana) and Spellcraft… why are you smiling wider? Shit, I did I fuck up again?” I didn’t need to explain myself to it either. Then I could just learn the local customs and language the normal way. “Tanya could do it, but it warped that poor sod. “Are you willing to risk the infant mortality rate?” It chuckled to itself in self-congratulation. “Is this an insertion or a reincarnation?” Wizards were weak as shit when they didn’t know any spells. Earth meant I wasn’t going to exactly find magic here-I was already regretting not picking a different class. I wasn’t so flippant that the blatant warning flew over my head. Or if you don’t… challenges will spawn for you. The back that towered over me arched backwards as if praising something unknown above us all. “It’s Earth.” Its many bony fingers spread as widely as its toothless maw. Realizing this also came at the same time that the class choice for my first level grayed itself out. If I was starting off at level one, then I had to know something… I had already made a mistake. “How will I level up then? And what setting even is this?” I muttered. “Think I can take a few points in Charisma? I know it’s worthless, but I want to be pretty.” I asked. As if the decision ultimately didn’t matter, or perhaps just to hurry me up.

Put a point or two in Constitution?”Ī shrug greeted me. “Let’s just skim the thing, right? Use Strength and Dexterity as dump stats. Finally, it landed on the character generation sheet.Īnd by this time, I had just about had enough. The pages flipped without its touch-as if those paper cuts could happen to it too if it did so. I couldn’t care anymore-anything, as long as I left this twisted nightmare.

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The skin was flayed enough by the edges of the pages. “Well, fuck it then.” I threw my hands up. From its demeanor to its words, it didn’t mean to aid me in anyway, it merely sought a sort of bored amusement from wallowing agony. It wanted to irritate me, to torture me, but not to kill me. “Then make your choice, or make none at all.” It chuckled. “Uh, blah, blah, blah… Even True Resurrection can’t restore a creature who has died of old age. Thankfully, the nonexistent blood spilled anywhere but the pages. Each flip was a thousand paper cuts on my fingers.

I sighed again, and agonizingly flipped the pages. It laughed silently, deafeningly at me and pointed at the words in the description. Does it work like how it does in Harry Potter?” “Alright, how about this, uh, Phoenix Sorcerer? Rebirth sounds neat. It worsened and I felt as if my eyes were drier than a desert. It was not any deity on the list, and I was just as afraid of being beholden to another.Ĭlosing my eyes didn’t help the exhaustion. I was too afraid of all the consequences, and I almost chose the cleric. My mind was certainly muddled enough to feel that way. It was the closest I’ve had to life, and it was the worst sort of irritating awful that death could offer. None of this was real, because I was already dead, but I felt it all anyway.

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My palms were sweaty as if I had clenched them too tightly, my eyes ached as if I had been awake for a year straight, and my lips were cracked and dry and so was my throat. But now that I knew what happened after life, my heart seized just at the thought. We had guesses some people thought there was an afterlife, some people thought of reincarnation… we made religions out of this guessing game. Yes, everyone feared death, but most of them feared it because they didn’t know what happened afterwards. Imagine the nothingness of sleep and multiply it by an ungodly number, and I could only come so far away from describing it. I feared death-the dark oblivion of the senses. Pathfinder intimidated me when it was active, which was when my first introduction to the tabletop scene happened. Who knew there were so many rules and addendums-oh wait, I already knew that and that was why I didn’t play it to begin with. Thousands of pages dispersed on each side, just trying to turn the massive thing gave me a headache. The tome weighed down my hands so much that I could barely hold it open. “But I never played Pathfinder!” I whined.

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