Starting from 0%, Why Your Life Sucks
“Congratulations, Marje!”
"You owe us a round in the bar!"
"Nice work, Marje!"
I gave a laugh and waved a hand. The rain washed over my Small Hora suit, seeping into the cracks that I didn't know existed as I stood, knee deep, in a pool of dirty water, soiling my gear, while everyone around me gave me a little congratulatory pat.
I knew it was going to stink badly when I finally got down from this blasted mountain. Although, when would that be?
Having JUST reached the 49th level, I knew it wasn’t going to get any easier. There was still another level to go before I could get down to HQ and get a raise, new armor as well as a new Massive Armored Unit to play with.
Lightning flashed in the sky as a red light on my armlet raised a storm warming. I gave a rough grunt knowing that everyone would be forced to head down the mountain since storms led to flash floods. Everyone was now hauling ass and moving to get off this mountain as fast as possible.
After all, it was called 'Beast Mountain'. That meant there were a lot of beasts. Of course, beasts meant beast shit, and flash floods meant that Beast Mountain was basically a giant beast shithole that flushed every now and then.
I tried to move and found that I couldn’t. Looking down, I found that my foot had sunk a good five inches into the soft mud. I gave a grunt, hauling my ass and throwing my weight.
The mud gave a high pitched squelch and then I realized that my foot was getting wet.
I looked down. The mud had eaten my boot.
“….Piece of defective UTS crap!” I muttered to myself, gripping the boot with both hands. I pulled and pulled, but it was still there, firmly anchored in grime and swamp crap. I tried to use the communication channels, but it turned out that the storms had downed communications.
Again.
This was not a good start.
"You owe us a round in the bar!"
"Nice work, Marje!"
I gave a laugh and waved a hand. The rain washed over my Small Hora suit, seeping into the cracks that I didn't know existed as I stood, knee deep, in a pool of dirty water, soiling my gear, while everyone around me gave me a little congratulatory pat.
I knew it was going to stink badly when I finally got down from this blasted mountain. Although, when would that be?
Having JUST reached the 49th level, I knew it wasn’t going to get any easier. There was still another level to go before I could get down to HQ and get a raise, new armor as well as a new Massive Armored Unit to play with.
Lightning flashed in the sky as a red light on my armlet raised a storm warming. I gave a rough grunt knowing that everyone would be forced to head down the mountain since storms led to flash floods. Everyone was now hauling ass and moving to get off this mountain as fast as possible.
After all, it was called 'Beast Mountain'. That meant there were a lot of beasts. Of course, beasts meant beast shit, and flash floods meant that Beast Mountain was basically a giant beast shithole that flushed every now and then.
I tried to move and found that I couldn’t. Looking down, I found that my foot had sunk a good five inches into the soft mud. I gave a grunt, hauling my ass and throwing my weight.
The mud gave a high pitched squelch and then I realized that my foot was getting wet.
I looked down. The mud had eaten my boot.
“….Piece of defective UTS crap!” I muttered to myself, gripping the boot with both hands. I pulled and pulled, but it was still there, firmly anchored in grime and swamp crap. I tried to use the communication channels, but it turned out that the storms had downed communications.
Again.
This was not a good start.