Monster Hunter World Ah Shit Here We Go Again
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Lying in a trunk with a bag over my head, my easily tied behind me, I should have been trembling with fear.
The men who'd grabbed me and Dad from the house had been pretty clear about what they planned to do to u.s.a.; they were going to make an example of us.
Yet my heed was articulate and calm.
"Inventory," I muttered.
The screen appeared in front of my face, dimly lighting the area around me. I could see the ii other bodies in the body; unlike me, they were dead.
I could see twenty slots; I'd filled half of them when I was first experimenting with my power shortly after information technology had appeared a week ago.
"Slot three," I muttered.
Mom's kitchen pocketknife clattered onto the floor of the trunk. I did my best to roll over and beginning sawing abroad at the plastic zip ties.
-i hp
-1 hp
-ane hp
-1 hp.
Although I cut myself repeatedly, there was no blood. My body wasn't every bit human being every bit it had in one case been, and the pain was a dull, muted version of what it once would take been.
-1 hp
Damn it. This should be easier.
Skill Leveled Up!
Physical Resistance: -2% to all impairment taken. Level Two.
That'd be a lot handier if I didn't only have ten striking points. I might be able to level it up to something decent if me and Dad survived this.
I decided to ignore it for at present.
I felt something loosen, and a moment afterward I was free.
New Skill Created!
Escape Creative person: The art of escaping bondage and of wriggling through tight spaces. Y'all can wriggle into whatever space smaller than your head.
+x% chance. Level 1.
I ignore the bulletin, and I murmur again.
"Inventory, number eight, three units."
I could store up to l identical items in i slot. I grabbed the 3 granola bars and ate them as quickly as I could.
five hp restored!
The better the nutrient, the more than I healed, but I couldn't eat the soup I had stored, both because information technology was notwithstanding hot, and because the smell might alert the passengers in the car.
It'd merely been a week, and I hadn't learned about the healing properties of food until yesterday when Sophia had pushed me downwards the stairs at school.
That'southward when I'd gained my showtime level of concrete resistance, and I'd healed at dinner that night.
That gave me an idea.
I turned, leaving the card on, and I observed the corpses behind me.
Corpse:
A expressionless man. Simply hours dead, he is starting to stink. The tattoos on his cervix and his Asian features make it likely that he was a member of the ABB.
Apparently Observe didn't give me the names of the dead. Because they no longer had identities?
The other two were Caucasians, only observe didn't tell me much other than that one was dressed in a business suit.
Neither of them had anything useful in their pockets. I was considering the thought of banishing all 3 of them to my inventory; information technology was getting rank in hither.
The car started slowing.
It stopped and I could hear the doors opening.
I touched all three dead men and put them in inventory. I was going to demand as much room as I could get. I shifted around.
"Y'all don't have to do this," I could hear Dad pleading. "At least allow Taylor get."
"She's seen our faces," a deep phonation said. "We can't fifty-fifty whore her out; she's gonna take a grudge. It'southward zip personal; the dominate only says nosotros take to make an instance out of you."
Footsteps were coming around to the back of the machine.
They had Dad hostage, but they were planning on killing us both. I didn't have any choice simply to fight.
"Inventory, number one," I said.
An iron pot of steaming hot stew appeared in my hands, every bit hot equally it had been the moment I'd put information technology in inventory. I couldn't put living things in at that place, just non-living things seemed to be held there in a timeless state.
The trunk opened, and I slung the boiling stew into his confront.
He screamed, and I grabbed my knife and stabbed upward at his face up.
Disquisitional Hitting: 10 hp!
5hp!
v hp!
Ii other men were coming around the corner, while a tertiary human being was holding Dad.
I touched the car behind me, and I felt a strain every bit information technology vanished.
"Inventory, number 11!" I shouted, pointing at the men who were pointing their guns at me.
I pointed slightly above them, and the motorcar appeared 7 anxiety in the air.
A moment later it crashed to the ground and the men vanished beneath it. I could see blood pooling from under the car.
"Y...you're a cape," I heard the man holding Dad stutter.
"Yep," I said.
I touched the car again, and it vanished. The corpses underneath didn't. Gamer's listen helped me to keep from wincing.
"Yous tin can let my Dad go," I said. "And you lot tin maybe get to run away. If you kill him, I'm going to drib a car on you, or mayhap worse."
"Worse?"
"I'll send you to the bad place," I said.
I aptitude downward and touched the pes of one of the corpses. It vanished.
I touched the next corpse, and it vanished as well. Plainly corpses counted plenty as identical that they would stack. I doubted that I'd be able to remember which was which, then I'd accept to pull them all out.
"Then you've got to touch me?" he said. He stared at me. "Capes have all kinds of limitations."
"I'k not a normal greatcoat," I said. "You think I should teleport y'all over a volcano, or maybe out to the middle of the sea? Body of water might be crueler; you'd spend hours globe-trotting, hoping that thing you're seeing on the horizon isn't a shark's fin. Leviathan might even say hello."
"You're bluffing," he said.
"Am I?" I asked. "My Dad is the only thing that you've got that's keeping me from crushing you lot to expiry."
The man I'd hit in the face with soup was laying on the ground. He groaned suddenly.
I looked downward, and of a sudden I felt a sharp pain.
-eight hp.
Skill Leveled Up!
Physical Resistance: -3% to all damage taken. Level three.
I'd been shot!
It looked similar the wound had only hit me in the arm.
Dad was struggling with the man, and there was the sound of a 2nd shot.
Dad slumped to the basis, and his killer looked up at me. The reassuring proper noun over Dad's head vanished, replaced in an instant past something else.
I had already cleared the intervening distance with knife in manus, and before he could shoot I was stabbing him.
5 hp
4 hp
five hp
Disquisitional hit! 10 hp.
The man was down, and I kept stabbing him over and over and over. It took me a while to realize that he was expressionless.
I staggered over to Dad'due south corpse, and I stared at him.
Corpse:
A dead man. This is the body of the human being you loved and knew every bit your father. He was killed defending yous from the Empire.
Sometimes I hated my ability.
I sat and stared. Afterwards a few moments, I grabbed a few more granola bars out of my inventory and I began eating.
New Quest!
Kill them all.
The Empire has been terrorizing your home town for far too long. Now they've killed the terminal member of your family.
Reward: 50,000 experience points. Notoriety.
Failure: Expiry.
I thought about it for a infinitesimal, and and then I clicked yes.
What else did I have to practise? My whole family was dead, and I knew who was responsible.
I should have been enraged, or at least overwhelmed with grief. Instead I merely felt a weird kind of dull numbness.
I'd heard that psychopaths were that manner partially because they couldn't feel fright. Office of the reason people could empathise with others was that they'd experienced like emotions earlier and could understand.
The Gamer'south mind kept me from feeling fear. Did that too mean that I'd never actually experience sadness, or love, or anything?
I could probably experience rage, if what I'd heard about gamers was truthful.
Mayhap being a psychopath wouldn't exist that bad, if it let me practice what I was planning to do.
I finally looked effectually.
We were in the wood; from the length of the drive, it couldn't be more than than ten miles outside of town.
I could judge the direction Brockton Bay was because there was just one set of large woodlands nearby.
I looked at the car; the seven pes drop looked similar it had damaged the car too much to be used.
I used my inventory to begin moving bodies; into inventory, and then out of it and into the car. I after the others, with the exception of Dad, who went into his ain inventory box. I could keep him there, timeless until I decided what to exercise with him.
The automobile went into my inventory too. I suspected that it was getting close to the limit of what I could place in the inventory, although information technology was possible that I could put more than i in there. I'd have to do and see once I got back to town.
I started walking.
I was going to kill them, merely first I needed to become stronger. I needed to actually effigy my powers out instead of stumbling on new features every few days.
The last affair I needed was surprises. Taking on a grouping with hundreds of thugs and the most parahumans of any group in the Bay would take planning, and it would take ability.
Fortunately, my ability was the kind that seemed to thrive on escalation.
Information technology was time to begin.
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- #iii
Taylor every bit a gamer is not a new concept, merely with ShayneT doing the writing...
Definitely watching this. The murder carnage train wreck is going to be a blast to read.
Exiled
The Creative person Formerly Known equally Exiled Immortal
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I've never written a gamer fic before. I don't know how to practise all the text boxes or corking things people do. Let me know if you retrieve this is worth continuing.
Yes it's worth standing and don't worry near the boxes, they're not but hard to make, they're also frustrating to read sometimes. But keep bolding stuff like that and it'll be fine.
Likewise, Watched.
- #8
What kind of mental framework will Taylor take?
Punisher, Death Note, Rorschach, Sweeney Todd, Kill Bill?
- #10
Also who'll join our little avenger on her quest?
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Yep it's worth continuing and don't worry virtually the boxes, they're not merely difficult to make, they're also frustrating to read sometimes. Just continue bolding stuff like that and information technology'll be fine.Also, Watched.
They're literally quote boxes (i.e. not hard to make at all) and are in no mode frustrating to read. Information technology's exactly like reading normal text except it's in a box to simulate a UI popup. It'due south engaging and works actually well for this kind of fic.
- #12
Hopefully immune to Jack slash mind fukery through gamer listen though.Taylor is my favorite murderhobo.
Some murderhoboing is better than others
- #13
Eh, S9!Taylors are kinda rare. Could be interesting to run into such an abusable and high-growth power in the Nine afterwards utterly butchering the E88.Hopefully immune to Jack slash mind fukery through gamer mind though.Some murderhoboing is better than others
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That blazon is fine, I was talking about the spoilerized versions people sometimes use with nested tabs that take repeated clicks to open. I actually haven't seen them in a while, and then possibly they got eliminated?
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Ane suggestion - modify damage to "5 dmg" rather than "5 hp" and which requires figuring out healing vs harm taken vs damage dealt.
Healing five hp
impairment taken -5 hp
damage dealt v dmg
- #17
Taylor every bit a gamer is non a new concept, just with ShayneT doing the writing...
Pretty much my take too.
Looking forward to this.
Lyrista
D...don't look at me! *blush*
- #18
Time for the latest entry from the robot writer ShayneT
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Wait! ShayneT is writing this? Practice you hateful it's going to actually be completed?!
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Looking forwards to more!
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That type is fine, I was talking about the spoilerized versions people sometimes utilize with nested tabs that take repeated clicks to open. I actually haven't seen them in a while, and then possibly they got eliminated?
Oh yeah, fair enough. Spoilers are dumb for that kind of thing.
- #22
I wonder what build Taylor will be. There are plenty of Mage Taylors out there, perhaps a Melee Taylor?
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I experience personally attacked.Oh, what is this fiddling thing? Another gamer fic? Well, it'll be a nice read for the 5 or half-dozen chapters that it la-
Look! ShayneT is writing this? Do you lot hateful it's going to really be completed?!
...
I call back I'm gonna go rip all my stuff and postal service it on r/fanfiction to discuss what I had planned.
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You can wriggle into any space smaller than your caput.
Is that right?
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