Now that I am not in combat and the adrenaline has worn off, my arm fucking hurts. Like really bad. According to my Character Sheet, it is broken, and I have no way to heal it, no Health Potion if even such a thing exists, and no healing spell. "Hey Lori, do you happen to know first aid?" I ask the unstable chick who hates me at the moment. "Why," she replies in a monotone voice, it doesn't even sound like a question. "Well, I don't know, maybe the broken arm or something!" I snap. "Oh, yeah I guess, just the basics though, you need a sling." She says. She is just looking at me. "Well, can you kindly make me one? Please?" I ask. "Okay," she says.

She starts to take off her shirt. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing." I sputter. "I am going to use my overshirt to make a rudimentary sling for it." She says. I now see that she is wearing a tank top underneath of her school uniform. She starts to tear up her shirt to make the sling. "You really know what you are doing, don't you," I say. She gives a look like I am the stupidest person in the world. "Of course, Baka," she says. well, in all honesty, she didn't say 'baka' she said 'stupid', I blame my anime addiction. "Basic first aid is a recommended class." She then starts to make a sling and has me hold my arm up so it can be put into the sling, which is excruciating.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! This shit hurts, why the hell do I have to have my arm in a sling." I cry out. "You need it in a sling because it stabilizes the arm and makes it not move around so much, which is good for what you will probably be doing soon, you know killing things when you shouldn't be," she says, and I swear I hear her mutter murder at the end. I let it go. On second thought, I don't. "Did you just call me a murder, we just went over this. That fucking elf would have killed me, killed you, killed the whole entire human race if he wanted to. Shut the fuck up. I am done with your stupid holier than thou attitude." I snap at her. That was the wrong thing to do. I done fucked up now. She looks at me like I just shit in her corn flakes. "Listen here you little fucking superpowerless fatass nerd, shut the fuck up. I am not dealing with your Murderous self anymore. How can you go around thinking you can kill anything that moves. I saw what you did! You attacked that poor defenseless elf thing out of nowhere! You probably are having impure thoughts about me! Huh, are you gonna rape me bitch?" She spews all of that out.

What. The. Fuck? I haven't examined her yet. Why haven't I examined her?

Name: Lori Wyatt (possessed)

Level: 2

HP: 110

Mana: 100

Stamina: 200

What the fuck does (possessed) mean? Well, I know what it means, but how did she get possessed? She starts to tilt her head to the left and doesn't stop. "So. You have finally found out my nature, human?" It says. Its voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. "What the fuck!" I shout and jump away from it. "Don't leave me, James!" Lori? says. "What are you," I shout, "and how did you possess Lori?" It gives me a quizzical look. "Whatever do you mean, I AM Lori," It states, "Or I used to be." It starts to chuckle, and its mouth opens up and keeps opening until it looks as if a basketball could fit in there, and it screams.

4 Sound Damage Taken!

Eardrums Popped!

Status: Half Deaf.

I hear a sickening pop as my eardrums burst. Then I feel the pain. The bitch is still screaming. I pick up the Elves mace and start bashing in her head. "Die, DIe, Die you evil bitch!" I shout.

LORI WYATT(POSSESSED) DIES!

50 XP GAINED

For being the first human to kill a (Possessed) being, 1500 bonus XP gained!

Level Up!

Level 5!

10 Unallocated points available.

ERROR ERROR 10 BONUS POINTS AWARDED BECAUSE OF $%D STATUS.

Haha. Stupid bitch. Oh, wait. That was Lori. What have I done! I killed my only companion in this changed world. Remeber James, she was (Possessed) whatever that means. Should I loot her? It feels wrong, but she may have items that I need on her. Loot.

Loot

Name: Low-Grade Goblin Sword

A shoddy looking Goblin Sword.

Damage: 12-15 (8-11)

Durability: 17/17

+3 Strength

+1 Dexterity

+1 Agility

Because of your Swords Mastery Skill, Damage on every sword you wield is increased.

Loot

Name: Glock G29

This striker-fired semiauto isn’t much bigger than a compact 9mm, but the 10mm cartridge that it’s chambered for delivers power levels approaching those of the .41 Magnum. It’s a handy trail gun for those wandering through bear, wild boar, or mountain lion country, or for killing those pesky little goblins.

Damage: 25-50 (18-43) Piercing Damage

Durability: 90/100

10 Round clip x4

+7 Dexterity

+5 Agility

Because of your Guns Mastery Skill, Damage on every gun you wield is increased.

She had a gun this whole time? It even has 3 extra clips full of ammo, that is a total of 40 rounds of ammunition, with this I could have killed that stupid elf in seconds. Was she possessed this whole time? Or did it happen afterward? If it was the whole time, that would have been creepy. I honestly don't care at the moment, I am just going to spend my stat points and go back into the woods and sleep. I put 5 points into Luck, for obvious reasons, 5 points in both Agility and Dexterity, 2 in Vitality and 1 into both Intelligence and Wisdom, and 1 point in Strength. After all of that, my stats look like this. Character Sheet (Customizable) Name James Aaron Yancy Age 19 Race Human Level 5 Gender Male Titles ??? Superpower(s) Revive, Fire Manipulation Health 250/250 Health Regen.(Halved)(Broken Arm) 0.025 / Sec Mana 160/160 Mana Regen. 0.010 / Sec Stamina 200/200 Stamina Regen. 0.020 / Sec - Strength 24 Agility 20 Vitality 25 Dexterity 20 Intelligence 16 Wisdom 16 Luck 15 ??? ?? - Skills

Hand-to-Hand (Mastery)

Gun (Mastery)

Sword (Mastery)

Fireball (Novice)

Common Sense (Novice)

Unallocated Points 0