How to Beat Fried Worms
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Chapter 5: Character Creation
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Alec knew something was off when he got to work several days after his weekend off. Most of which had been spent at a shooting range on the west side of Brockton Bay. He'd ended up spending almost all of his game-derived money on ammunition, burning through almost a full thousand bullets between the carbine and the pistol.
It took time to get a gun broken in. To learn what kind of ammunition they preferred, how the bullets would group.
The fact that everyone else at the shooting range had been white wasn't lost on Alec. Neither had he missed the gaze of a blue-eyed, blond-haired man that was consistently hitting bulls-eyes with a pistol at a range beyond what Alec himself was accurate at with his carbine.
His first cape encounter. Subtle and silent, for a given measure of silence on a gun range, but memorable all the same.
But that was Friday, and this was Monday.
And what caught Alec's attention was a new vehicle, parked in the employee lot. A white truck that didn't match anyone else's on shift. Initially he'd thought it belonged to a new employee.
Then he saw the letter 'L' at the start, before a bit of a space and a handful of numbers.
That was a government plate.
The man barely kept back a grin as he hiked up his backpack and headed on in to get changed. He hadn't even clocked in yet when Lawrence tried to pull him aside.
"Is this work related?" Alec asked as he kept an eye on the clock in the changing room, his ID in hand.
"Can you please try to not be difficult today?" Lawrence asked, meaning it was work related. "We've got an audit today. I need you to be on your best behavior!"
"I've always performed my duties as requested," Alec answered as he swiped his badge and then headed to a bench to start changing. "So long as I keep doing that, we should be fine. Right?"
"Yyyes," Lawrence Veder managed to grind out. "Just... keep out of the way. If someone from the Department of Labor tries to talk to you, tell them you're busy!"
"Alright," Alec agreed. "Easy enough."
The poor, simple little... alright, Lawrence Veder wasn't little. He was still a simple, vindictive man.
Changed and buttoned up, as policy dictated, Alec began his day. He went to the supply closet, loaded up a cart with the tools and replacements that he needed, and got to work. As he stocked bathrooms and made his way through the hospital, he kept his ears open and his eyes sharp.
The nurses were nervous, though about what was hardly anyone's guess. Haley was riding rough on them, well into harassment territory, though she likely couldn't comprehend that.
When Alec caught sight of someone he didn't recognize heading towards Veder's office with a big old metal clipboard in hand?
That was Alec's cue to skadoo. He'd gotten a number of notifications overnight about his traps catching rats and mice and, even after factoring in the ones around the apartment complex which he'd already emptied and refilled this morning?
He still had a good five or six that needed to be cleaned.
"What are you doing in here?!" one of the cooks hissed as Alec walked in, his cart in front of him. "Get out!"
"Boss told me to keep to my schedule," Alec said, rebuffing the small, angry woman.
She was wearing a hair net, today. That was new.
"So I'm checking the traps."
The woman's face flushed red as Alec walked right by her. He bent down and checked underneath of the stove, but that trap was empty. He checked one underneath of a counter with a void underneath and came back with a small, dead mouse.
The cook, Alec never got her name because she didn't wear a nametag, had grown about as red as a tomato.
Checking behind the fridge, though?
Alec pulled a trap out from behind the fridge with a great, big, black rat dangling limply from it.
"He's a big one, ain't he?" Alec asked as he dropped the corpse into the trash bag on his cart and set the trap aside. The rat was a solid thirty centimeters long, and that didn't include the tail!
He'd been fully prepared to falsify evidence if he'd needed to but the theatrics in front of what's her name, the cook, were potentially important.
Speaking of, the poor woman had gone absolutely pale. From bright, cherry red all the way to cauliflower white in the span of about fifteen seconds.
The man was tempted to whistle as he walked by her but he didn't want to seem like he actually knew what he was doing. Instead he just kept his head down and headed on back towards Lawrence's office.
"Hey, boss," Alec greeted, his head down and eyes locked on to the trash bag on his cart as he stepped into the room. There'd been voices talking inside but he'd intentionally interrupted. "Just back from checking the kitchens. The rats are getting even bigger!"
Alec reached down, pulling the vermin's corpse out of the bag and held it up for Lawrence to see.
And the inspector that Alec had been conspicuously avoiding the gaze of.
"...Alec," Lawrence squeaked out. The man's face was an ugly puce color and sweat seemed to be beading on his forehead. "You should... leave those for the... exterminator!"
"But I thought the director said we couldn't hire an exterminator?" Alec asked, quoting something he'd heard Lawrence say just the day before. "He sent you an email about it, right?"
"...That is an especially large rat," the inspector said, finally cutting into the oppressive silence that surrounded Lawrence's heavy breathing. The man pulled a pair of latex gloves out of his pocket and snapped them on, then held his hand out. "May I?"
Alec handed over the dead rat, his eyes locking on to the inspector's visitor pass.
Bill, apparently.
"An adult specimen," Bill noted as he rolled the corpse over in his hands. He checked under its tail, then turned it around to pull the mouth open. "Female, very healthy. She's been here a while. And..." Bill pressed his fingers against the rat's torso, depressing the flesh. "pregnant. Have you caught any others?"
"Oh, loads," Alec answered as Lawrence waved his hands frantically. "I have to empty the traps first thing in the morning, then empty 'em again 'fore I head out for the day. I don't think the night shift has been checking."
"...I see," Inspector Bill commented as he dropped the rat back into the trash, then pulled his gloves off to dispose of them as well. He held out his right hand towards Alec. "Bill DaVois, I'm with the Department of Labor."
"Alec Mist," Alec responded in kind as he reached out and shook Bill's hand. "Wait, the government type? Lawrence told me to tell you that I'm busy."
"He did?" Bill asked, turning towards Lawrence.
The larger man was breathing heavily and sweating.
And clutching at his chest.
"Alec?!" Lawrence wheezed, his eyes wide. "Get-Get a doctor! I'm having a-"
Lawrence lurched forward and threw up on his desk.
Alec... didn't bother trying to analyze the situation. He didn't bother waiting for Bill to catch on, either.
He ran out the door and started yelling for a doctor.
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Alec sat in his van and stared at the document he'd been handed not long after Lawrence had been wheeled off, a nurse doing his best to get the man's blood pressure under control while he was in the middle of a heart attack.
Alec hadn't been fired. They weren't going to try and pull that stunt while someone from the Department of Labor was physically in the building.
But he had been placed on paid leave, pending a review of what had caused Lawrence to have a heart attack.
The Gamer wondered what would happen first.
Would he get to go back to a job where he was expected to do things that were well outside of his contract?
Or would the hospital have to replace the entirety of their administrative staff?
Alec dropped the paper on to the passenger seat and started his van.
He... would probably have another job lined up before either of those things happened, regardless.
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For Subduing the Vile Lawrence Veder...
You have gained: 100 Experience!
You have become: 125 USD Richer!
Congratulations! You have reached...
Level 2!
You have gained...
1 Attribute Point!
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Worm Version 0.0.5: Character Sheet
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Stats | Details |
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Level: 2
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 5/20: You can invest your energy into an object, repairing it by 5%, empowering it by 5% of its original value and investing 5 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 6/20
Rifles 6/20
Cleaning 5/20
Repairs 3/20
Cooking 2/20
First Aid 1/20
Sneaking 2/20
Running 1/20
Driving 4/20
Mechanics 1/20
Metalwork 1/20
Carpentry 1/20
Trapping 5/20
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None!
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Weapons
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9mm Pistol (+50)
9mm Carbine (+50)
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Equipment
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Multitool (Pliers, knife, screwdriver, can opener, scissors) (+80)
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Miscellaneous
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1990 Chevrolet Step Van (Exceptional) (+73)
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