Brad the Impaler: A LitRPG Adventure by Paul Sating

Author:Paul Sating [Sating, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2024-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

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Zombie

The frame of the house was up, and the floor was in before Slash gave me any credit for “being serious” about its construction. Despite the fact he hadn’t helped beyond bringing me the crude hammer, one we’d found in Lukieboy81’s sack. To him, that was a major contribution. To me, it was adorable. All except the complaining part.

The intensity of the change in our lives after Lukieboy81’s death motivated him to contribute in different ways, though. He took far fewer naps than ever before, remaining alert and actually watching the camp instead of just talking about how he was doing it. Birds were barked at almost as much as the swaying stalks of mature wheat. Nothing got by Slash now, it seemed.

We hadn’t seen a single threat since our run-in with the scared man. No other players stomped through our field. No vampire bats watched from above. No blobs from Fuji’s neck of the forest.

The troll had come to the edge of the field once, to check in, he said. According to him, he couldn’t trek out of the forest itself. He didn’t have a reason, and I figured it had more to do with the game not allowing him to venture beyond a specific point. How else could he interact and drive the game forward if someone else stumbled upon his tree if he was halfway across Darkworld?

Slash told him about our adventures. Fuji seemed interested, but the conversation was restricted to talking about his storyline and not much else. I think the only reason the conversation came to a respectable end, where no one felt awkward about going our separate ways, was because I’d asked him if he had anything he needed help with. A lack of a quest was usually a good way to stop conversations with annoying NPCs in the games I’d played, so I’d hoped it would work with him as well. It had. Not that I didn’t enjoy Fuji’s company. The small troll was pleasant, and life in the camp was routine and repetitive with just my pup and guide around for company. His visit was a refreshing break from chores. But even those sorts of breaks were still breaks, and I couldn’t afford too much time away from my tasks.

Lukieboy81’s camp showed me just how far behind I was, and that guy had seemed scatterbrained on the best of hypotheticals. Yet, he had work benches. He had a house. His field was overgrown and wild, but that was probably because he spent most of his non-building time stealing from others to prepare himself. That’s not how I was going to run things.

After Fortune’s revelation that my butcher had received a clue from the designers, I was even more serious about getting things done. I didn’t want to be what the game was making me, but I’d lived a life of others directing my life. My parents had done it, and so had administrators and teachers in school. As an adult, the military assumed the role of controlling almost all aspects of my life.

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