Re-Roll by Jeremy Bates

Author:Jeremy Bates [Bates, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988091181
Goodreads: 36384583
Publisher: Ghillinnein Books
Published: 2018-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Mr. Kim didn’t know where he was or what happened. Then he understood why Rocco and Pips were looking down at him. He lay on his back on the floor.

Frowning, he sat up.

Rocco crouched next to him and said, “You just totally fainted, dude.”

“Fainted?” He didn’t remember fainting. The last thing he recalled—

He looked at his Mech sitting on the chair beside the computer.

Artistic.

Please, no, he thought. Had Artistic really been the last trait? Had he really rolled all second tiers?

Was Artistic even second tier?

Had he rolled two second tiers and a throwaway?

Rocco was saying something.

Mr. Kim blinked torpidly at him.

“You okay, dude? Did you hit your head?”

“A painter,” he said.

“What are you talking about?”

“A painter… I got myself a painter…”

A mad kind of laughter wanted to bubble up his throat, but he held it at bay.

“She’s not a painter, man,” Rocco said. “She’s Artistic. That’s not bad. Not bad at all.”

“Could be worse, right?” Mr. Kim said sardonically.

“I think you did pretty good. Shy and Neat are pretty solid traits. Especially Neat. Think of it like you just got yourself a personal maid—”

“I’m already neat!” he snapped.

“Yeah, but Neat’s still good, man. And Shy—that’s really good. Really easy to live with a Shy Mech. And Artistic, yeah, that might not be your thing. But that means she’s creative, right? That’s pretty cool. She could probably help you with your computer stuff. Thinking outside the box—”

“It’s a throwaway,” he said woodenly.

“It’s not, dude. Second tier. Solidly second tier.”

Shaking his head, Mr. Kim got to his feet and went to the kitchen. He snatched the shochu bottle off the counter and took a swig. He still felt as though he were in a bad dream, or perhaps sleepwalking, everything sluggish.

Rocco and Pips, he noticed, had followed him. He waved them away. “Go home,” he said.

Rocco frowned. “Don’t be like that, man.”

“Party’s over.”

“You’re overreacting—”

“Go!” he thundered.

Frown deepening, Rocco gripped Pips on the shoulder. “Come on, little man,” he said. “Time to split. Let The Whiz have his meltdown in peace.”

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