Name: Max Webber
Age: 22
Gender: male
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Base Stats
INT: 7
WIS: 6
CHA: 3
CON: 1
STR: 2
DEX: 7
LCK: 6
Body
Looks: 6/10
Dick Size: 7in x 5in around
Skills
Sheet Editor(Lv1 0% mastery): The ability to read and edit basic stats concerning him and the people around him.
Inventory(Lv1 0% mastery): Storing money and a limited collection of items in a weightless space.
Problem Solving(Lv3 35% mastery): The ability to solve riddles and other logical problems.
Grinding(Lv2 80% mastery): Once motivated and in the flow of a task he becomes hyperfocused and plows through.
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Turn Ons: Reluctance, Experimentation, Public, Dominance
Turn Offs: Male on Male, watersports
A sound had been following you the past couple of weeks. It took a while before it started to register, and even once it did you could swear it was just a figment of your imagination. It could ordinarily be heard faintly in the morning, right as you started to wake up - just beneath the sounds around you, whether that's something loud like an alarm clock going off or a car horn blaring in the street, or something quiet like the rain against your window or a letter being fed through the postbox. It was always only just loud enough to be noticed beneath that sound... a faint, mechanical chugging and whirring followed by a short series of electronic beeps. Like an old, barely clung together computer starting up after a long time of inactivity.
If that wasn't weird enough, you started hearing it while out and about. The mechanical whirr would start up, sounding as loud as a stage whisper from across the room, although no one else would ever react. The first couple of times it was just the sound, but then for brief moments you started to see things after the sound ended. Peoples names would appear above their heads. If you focused on someone in particular you could even see their mood, how healthy they were and various traits of theirs, all represented by a series of numbers. Sometimes after being given an instruction or invited by Tom to hang out you would see a prompt appear, reminding you of your 'Current Objective' and sometimes even providing suggests of how best to go about doing this. These visual hallucinations would also flicker out and disappear almost as quickly and suddenly as they came, not reappearing until you next heard that noise. Where you spending too much time in front of your PC? Or where you finally cracking?
Then one day you went to sleep and when you next heard that noise you didn't wake up.
Instead you saw white lettering... some kind of bitmap font pressed against an endless void of darkness.
Tutorial Loading . . .
You could try to blink it away, pinch yourself, will yourself awake... nothing changed. Just the words before you and a slowly progressing bar beneath it filling up.
Interface Access Will Be Increased During Tutorial. All Actions And Adjustments Made During The Tutorial Will Not Influence Yourself, Others Or Past Events. You May Repeat The Tutorial If You So Wish.
This notice appeared long enough for you to read and seemingly knowing once you had it vanished into the abyss. Soon enough the loading bar was full and an instant later... you were somewhere all to familiar. You were outside Hanna's apartment, walking back with her the night you told her your true feelings. The night your friendship all but ended.
Time seems to be standing still. She's looking up at you with a wide grin, her nose scrunched up cutely. She must be in the middle of laughing. The two of you laughed a lot that night. You rarely ever went on nights out, even before things went bad between you and Hannah. The rare occasions you did find yourself out at one you usually either went home early or found yourself in a corner, keeping to yourself unless someone else decided to strike up a conversation with you. However this night... this one was special. For so much of it, it was just you and Hannah hanging out, while her boyfriend was off partying with his friend group. It was a good night out... part of the reason why you thought it was a good time to tell her.
An image appears before your face... although you can see through it. It seems... pixelated somehow, although there's no screen... its just floating in the air. It doesn't take you long to recognise it as a stat sheet. A stat sheet belonging to you.
blinks at the top of the sheet. Five points to spend... on what seem to be a series of seven stats ranging from intelligence to strength to luck, all with numbers attributed to them. It may be a shock to see your personality reduced to mere numbers like this... but on some level you can't help but feel like its an accurate representation. It seemed by tapping a + sign beside each stat would attribute one of you 'points' to that stat. Could that really... change you?Five Points To Spend
Regardless of your choices, once you finish allocating points, the sheet disappears and time seems to move forward again. The leaves rustle in the wind, cars can be heard a few streets over and Hannah's delightful laugh hits your ears. Once her laughter dies down, however, she glances to the door of her apartment.
"Well, we're here." she says, a little uneasily, although her smile hasn't left her face. "Thanks for walking back with me Max, you're the best." she moves in for a hug, pressing herself against your chest for a few moments as she wraps her arms around you. She holds on for just a little longer than your average hug and then takes a step back. "So... see you tomorrow, then?"