How to Beat Fried Worms
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Chapter 3: Character Creation
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"You're almost late," an older, blond man wearing thick glasses grumbled as Alec scanned his ID against a time clock. "You can't come in at the last minute!"
"Are you going to pay me to come in earlier?" Alec asked as he dropped his backpack on to a bench and started stripping.
"Well, no... but you need to be ready to start your day when you clock in."
"Mister Veder? By policy, I'm not allowed to wear my uniform outside of the hospital," Alec explained to his superior as he started putting on his uniform. Blue khakis, blue button down shirt and a pair of steel toe boots. "If the policy changes, I could put this on at home. As I can't, it's a work task. Which means...?"
"...Kids these days," the man grumbled as Alec laced his boots.
It must have burned at the director of maintenance, what with Alec being able to read.
"Got a busy morning," Veder grumbled as he tried to glare at Alec through his thick glasses. "Need you to set a handful of traps around the kitchens, one of the night cooks said she saw a mouse. Then you'll be on your rounds until maybe noon. Got a surgery in theater two around then, so stick around and be ready to clean up once they're done."
"Alrighty then," Alec agreed as he stood up and started to plan out what to put on a cart. Gloves, mop, wet floor sign, toilet paper, hand sanitizer refills and... "Do you want me to use the kill traps or the live traps?"
"Kill traps," Veder commanded as the round man began to put on his own uniform.
"Kill traps it is." Alec hummed to himself as he left the locker room to make his way to the Housekeeping depot. He bypassed the live traps, square metal boxes with a plexiglass side to leave the contents visible. It was supposed to be a simple kind of trap that a mouse would drop into in pursuit of food that they simply couldn't climb back out of.
The kill traps, however, were just little slats of wood that had a very tight spring on them connected to an arm. Once the lever was depressed, the tension on the spring would relax and it would swing the arm with enough force to shatter a mouse's spine. It was a classic that hadn't been improved upon since eighteen ninety-nine.
"If I could, begin to be," Alec mumbled to himself as he went about the process of baiting the traps with peanut butter. "Even half of what you think of me? I could learn how to-"
"Alec?" a woman's voice interrupted the man. He very nearly dropped the trap he was working on.
It wouldn't have done anything since it wasn't armed, but it would have been frustrating.
"Haley," Alec greeted the woman. She was a short, round and typically angry woman with thinning black hair. She was also the head nurse. "What can I do for you?"
"I need you to go and put mousetraps in the kitchens," the woman demanded, her voice raspy like a two-pack a day smoker. "One of my girls said they saw a rat!"
"Alright," Alec agreed as he continued to smear peanut butter on the mousetrap in his hands. The mousetrap that Haley was distinctly not looking at. "I'll make it my first priority this morning."
"You'd better!" the angry little woman just about shouted as she shoved a finger into Alec's face. "Don't make me get Lawrence about your slacking off!"
Alec... just stared as the woman stomped off, utterly bemused.
Some people just were not worth arguing with. He didn't know how Haley had risen to her position, given her habits, but he assumed she either used to actually look good or else the director of the hospital had some very strange tastes.
Alec shrugged and moved on with his day. Fat floated to the top, as they say, and he was sure she'd go on to harass someone else soon enough.
Placing the traps around the kitchens and pantry only took about fifteen minutes and Alec was off to deal with the rest of his day. Mopping floors, cleaning toilets, wiping down the rails throughout the halls...
Janitorial work really wasn't that bad, honestly.
It left his mind free to wander as he pleased...
And, nobody really cared if, every fifty minutes on the mark when Alec's little flip phone would vibrate in his pocket, he reached in and pressed a finger against a folded multi-tool he'd picked up on the way to work. He wasn't sure how much charge the tool had collected but, at two o'clock, two very important things happened.
Empowered Investment has reached level: 2
Yay! Now it was less useless!
And he'd received a text...
Operating Theater 2. Bring a mop.
Ugh... Alec didn't know what operation they'd done today but he didn't like the sound of that.
"Took you long enough," Lawrence Veder grumbled when Alec rolled his cart into the operating room, loaded with a variety of harsh chemicals. "You got a lotta work to do."
There... was a puddle on the ground, next to the operating table. Liquidy, brown... chunky.
"...Colonoscopy go wrong or something?" Alec had to ask as he considered which tool would work best for the job.
"Or something," Lawrence agreed as he began to make his way to the exit. "Let me know when you're done!"
Watching the fat bastard leave, Alec shook his head and tried to breathe through his mouth-
Which was a mistake!
Ugh, he could -taste- it!
Fire, Alec decided as he began to unload the tools he'd need from the cart.
Fire would be the best tool for this job.
His efforts to clean the mess were interrupted, not by his phone, but by another screen appearing in front of his face-
The Epic Foe: House Mouse...
Has been defeated!
You have gained: 1 Experience!
You have become: 1 USD Richer!
Well now. That...
Did not make Alec's job any better.
It just didn't.
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Worm Version 0.0.3: Character Sheet
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Stats | Details |
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Level: 1
HP: 100
SP: 200
-STR: 1/20
-VIT: 1/20
-DEX: 1/20
-AGI: 1/20
-INT: 2/20
-WIL: 1/20 |
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Empowered Investor 2/20: You can invest your energy into an object, repairing it by 2 %, empowering it by 2% of its original value and investing 2 points into it. Once that investment value reaches 600, the empowered object will develop a special trait. Another trait will be revealed at 1000 investment, then they will be improved or added to for every 1000 points after that. Cost: 100 SP
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ERROR! Previous skill levels not allocated!
Axe 1/20
Hand to Hand 1/20
Short Blade 1/20
Long Blade 1/20
Pistols 1/20
Rifles 1/20
Cleaning 2/20
Repairs 2/20
Cooking 1/20
First Aid 1/20
Sneaking 1/20
Running 1/20
Driving 1/20
Mechanics 1/20
Metalwork 1/20
Carpentry 1/20
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None!
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Weapons
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None!
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Equipment
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None!
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Miscellaneous
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1990 Chevrolet Step Van (Poor)
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