For killing 17 unassimilated members of your own species:

Blood Lust: (Tier 1) 17/100

Ş̶̯̖̞̹̻͊͛͑ȯ̸͖̰̫̪͝ŭ̸̦̦̟͎̟̜̩̊̋̃̅̅̿͆l̷̡̨̢̧̪̱͇̈́̎̓͌̑̌̍̕ṣ̵̬̋̏̿͌̎̕͝: 17/10,000

17 Black Market Points

Experience has been cut for killing unassimilated beings:

170 XP

Congratulations, you are now level 4

Access Status to assign your points.

Basic Spear Mastery: (Tier I)

Grants user Basic instincts for wielding a spear

Good job, you can now poke things with your sharp stick more efficiently!

Fear Inducer: (Tier I)

All actions intended to induce fear are given a bonus of 25%

The only thing to fear is fear itself.... and you.

It doesn't feel as great as I thought. I probably just haven't killed enough, most likely once that number besides Blood Lust reaches 100, i'll get another boost......

No clue what that Souls thing is though, really starting to get sketched out by it. I don't need to give people a reason to come for me after all. Though if it gives similar bonuses as Blood Lust, I may have to rethink that.

As for the Black market points, I wonder if I could buy more useful weapons like my majestic spear, although I will certainly never replace it. Maybe even more of those trait things, either way I can’t use them right now so i’ll worry about them later.

Alright now time to try and assign those free points....

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And how am I supposed to do that? Shouting at the boxes worked for me to get my almighty spear, so maybe try that again?

"Hey, Blue Boxes! Assign my points!"

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Nothing happened

"Blue Boxes, let me use my points!"

...........

Still nothing

"Would you pretty please with sprinkles on top show me my Status Mr. Blue Box?”

Of course as soon as I ask it nicely, the Boxes deliver.

Mark Telod

Level: 4

Class: None

Species: Corrupted Human

Health: 74/74 (18.5 p/h)

Stamina: 97/97 (33.6 p/m)

Blood Lust: 102/102 (34.3 p/h)

Strength: 15

Vitality: 12

Constitution: 12

Resistance: 14

Intelligence: 16

Wisdom: 13

Control: 19

Will: 18

Dexterity: 14

Perception: 11

Charisma: 8

Fate: 23

Free Stat Points: 12

Souls: 17

BMP: 17

Ok wow thats alot of numbers. I’m feeling a lot less confident in spending my stats right now. I have no idea what they even affect, for all I know I could be sinking valuable resources into something I will never need.

Err, that's not exactly right but I would still be wasting them on something that may not pertain to my build.

I̴̢̡̢͔̭̻̫̟͇̅̀̌̀͋͆̎̈́̒Ț̵͙͖͕̳̞̏̋́͠ ̴̧̖͍͖̙̹̥̟̠̈́̔̀̍̆͆H̶̨̥͎̝̳̱̒̌̃͐̉̃͠A̶̢̨̤̝̭̭̪͕̾̈́̈́̈́̓͒̾̔̒Ş̷̯̜̼̠̲͈̠̩̰́ ̷̬͚͚̤͍̞̥̈̈́̚A̷͙̩͙̋̽͋̈͜͝Ẉ̵̢̡̮̳̩͉́́͐͗̕A̷̢̼̯͍̽K̷̮͎̈́̈́̎̀̅ͅE̶̱͇̐͛͝͝ͅN̷̜̮̯̩̫͚͂̆̀̓̓̍̋̾͆̚ͅË̶̘̱̳̤̥́̽̾͗͆̇͠D̸̹̻̼͍͚̅̄͑

I have to consider my precious Aiyla’s feelings as well.

Oh yea, my ultimate spear is called Aiyla now. No idea why, I just got the urge to start calling her that.

But anyways, right now it feels like she's telling me to wait and since she's the resident expert, i'm gonna wait.

It also feels like she's getting…. Hungry? My poor Aiyla must be starving…..

I must feed her. I NEED TO FEED HER.

What does she eat? I NEED TO FIND HER FOOD.

FOOD.

FOOD.

FOOD.

FOOD.

FOOD.

FOOD.

FOO--

I…. Need? Wait what just happened….. Did Aiyla just posses me….. No way that's impossible, this is worse than I thought. Oh no this is a very big problem.

My poor Aiyla must’ve been so hungry she couldn’t control herself. Its okay sweetheart, I will feed you, I felt your suffering. I completely understand what it feels like to be starved. When I was a kid I used to go days without food before a Welfare worker found me and put me into foster care.

My birth parents were both dealers that would constantly shoot me up with drugs, just to test their latest products. That honestly wasn’t even the worst part. Normally after they used me they would forget about me for a while, so I had to learn to survive by eating the rats and insects that crawled into the cellar. Sometimes I wasn’t even able to move though, meaning I would sit in a drug filled haze for days without food. When I would snap out of it, it felt like my body was air, having to consume its own flesh just to sustain my pathetic existence.

Then there were the days that they would nearly drain me dry of blood to confirm the effects. Those were the worst since they weren't careful and often damaged my bones and ligaments in the process.

By the time I had escaped onto the streets I found out I was only seven….. Only seven years of litteral torture but it felt like an eternity….. Because of my young age, my body was able to make a complete recover….. Well mostly….

They kept saying things like permanent brain damage, and a severely derailed sense of morality but I think they were just trying to scare me into being more expressive. After all, I was put into the foster system to be adopted. Not to just sit around and wait till I was 18, no they needed me to be as ‘attractive’ as I could be so they could sell- I mean give me to the best possible family.

Anyways, I never thought I had anything wrong upstairs. If anyone ever said anything about it I would always make them shut up cause obviously there is NOTHING wrong with me. NoThInG.

Getting back to the topic at hand, I gather my backpack as well as gather some other….. necessities from the students before I leave the room.

Walking out of the door two students immediately spot me, so I wave to them.

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And now they’re running away screaming….

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Didn’t see that coming, what about you Scott?

I look to my right hand which holds Scott’s detached,bloody arm.

Turns out I had the same fourth period as Scott.

Who would’ve guessed!

I hardly ever look around so it was honestly a surprise to find the guy lying beneath the piles of bodies that had been blocking the door. Knowing he likes to go on adventures - skip class- I decided to include him on my journey to find Aiyla something to satiate her seeming endless hunger.

Seriously though, I wonder why those kids ran away? All we did was wave to them, and by we I mean Scott and I. Obviously Aiyla can’t wave dumbasses.

Oh well, we’ll head to the cafeteria.

On our way, we find Jessy - Scott’s Sister - and decide to add her to our party as well. The guy is totally infatuated with his sister, not like, in the Alabama way though. More of a super protective older brother type of love.

Anyways, our party now consists of: The Beautiful and amazing Aiyla fashioned to fit through my backpack, Right arm Scott, and Left arm Jessy!

They are honestly having the time of their lives right now. They are all waving about and stuff, I mean it’s kinda annoying having to hold their hands because I can’t hold Aiyla with them being so clingy, but if it's for them, I can make sacrifices. Plus Aiyla understands they’re trying to help her get food, so she is content…. FoR nOw.

Arriving at the cafeteria, everything..... is quiet?

Well that's weird lunch is supposed to be going on right now, I NEED FOOD FOR AIYLA SO IT BETTER [email protected]&Y#@&^$&*.

Rounding the corner I find the problem. The students that ran away must’ve told the others about me and now everyone is silently gaping at me as I walk through the archway that is the entrance. For some reason they’re all huddled against the far wall like they’re scared or something….. Wait a second. Am I…. being singled out?

Are they…. Like broken nose kid?

Are they trying to Bully ME.

AIYLA SAYS YES.

HOW DARE THEY. I OUGHTA TEAR THEM LIMB FROM LIM- NO EVEN BETTER I MUST FEED THEM TO AIYLA. HOW CAN I BE SO STUPID. SHE IS STILL HUNGRY AND THESE PATHETIC MEAT BAGS ARE THE PERFECT COURSE. BON APPETIT, TIME TO EAT AIYLAAAAAAAA!