N] [Enable notificacions for increase/decrease of SKILLS Y / >N] [Change position of windows >FACE / 30CM AWAY FROM FACE / ARM / LEG / OTHER]
I enable both notifications and selected OTHER and thought about my wrist, like a watch. I think is better than staring at the sky like a moron. At least the people would think you are rude instead of dumb or crazy.
I checked and was empty, and my limit of missions was 1. I tried to think football related missions and nothing popped off. It seems autogenerated.
Finally, I checked , a small tiny rectangle appeared on my wrist. I checked it out and it looked something like this:
Name: David Hunter
Age: 6 years old
Health condition: Healthy (100%)
~~~~~~~~~~[BASIC STATS]~~~~~~~~~~~
[Pace → Current: 1 PC (-F)]
[Shooting → Current: 2 SHT (-F)]
[Passing → Current: 1 PS (-F)]
[Dribbling → Current: 1 DB (-F)]
[Physical →Current: 2 PHC (-F)]
[Defense → Current: 0 DF (-F)]
Oh CMON! My defense was not that weak! Well, whatever stupid window! I closed all of them and continued like nothing had happened.
We arrived at my home, today was Sunday and was the only free day for my mom. But she needed to keep all the house in order, I usually only helped the necessary and grumbling all the way. But now I did all the chores excited and cheerful, it was such a warming experience to feel this close to my mom. I really hope this not some sick dream for that voice, but if it was, it was a good dream and a good way to go.
After I finished all the chores of the house with my mom on record time I had 1 hour free because we did so quickly. It could be quicker but I didn't remember the places of plates and all other stuff around the house. So in my free time, I went upstairs and checked on a newspaper that my mom had borrowed from home a few days ago. We only had a small tv but it was so old that it wasted a lot of electricity, so we almost never used it. Only on special occasions.
Anyway, I continued to her bedroom and it was the familiar old red room when I was little I was scared of this room because of the color, thinking of blood. Later I found out that it was the color of the dress she was wearing the day my father died. I cried a lot knowing that, I gave those blankets away thinking that it was a bad memory.
I cleaned my eyes from all the dripping that the onion ninjas were causing and looked at the date.
15/02/2003 (I will this date format DD/MM/YYYY and the metric system).
I was at my summer vacations, I will commence 1st grade this March. I only played football on the weekends and usually spent my time at home, alone, playing football and making a mess of the house. Only to receive my mother tired from work and clean all the mess, usually only sleeping 2 or 3 hours to start again next day. She suffered every summer with me, not so much when I got older and I was never at home. I made her inadvertently suffer from worry because I didn't even tell her where I went.
Yes I know, I was a shitty son, I'm not a fucking angel. I will make things right this time, I promise!
Well, we were having dinner and she slowly asked: "Ok, spit it, what do you want for behaving so much?"
I was confused and asked "Nothing? I just wanted to help to have more free time for playing football!" I innocently said.
She bought it and smiled while saying "Finally some help around this house!"
I nodded and continued eating our chicken and rice. We ate a lot of these, cheap, filling and somewhat healthy. It was a good food for a grown man.
After dinner, I helped my mother do the dishes while I bathed myself. I insisted.
After that was nighttime, I was really tired, only for playing a 15-minute match and only an hour of hitting the wall of my old home from outside.
I slept like a log, thinking about how to raise my quickly enough to gain attention, money and a lot of connections. I realize that connections between players usually takes you far more up than skill. You could depend only on skill, but personal relationships are a great thing to develop.
Besides, who can tell no to a little kid with a pen and a photo of his favorite player?
My submission for the January Writing Contest POWER of the SUN is a Cells at Work-inspired comedy short story about a hydrogen atom that goes on an adventure trying to stop the sun from going out. This story contains some mild profanity and dumb hijinks, Not everything is serious throughout this story and some things will not be explained because I do not care. Enjoy the story!
Yes the tags are necessary, they will make sense eventually too. Art is not mine, found it on pintrest btw the title on the thing apparently has no name, or at least no title that you can search, at least, but i found this: ‘ArtStation - [UE4] Lost Temple Ruins Jonas Axelsson’ (if your curious I was searching ancient temple game art when i found it don’t bother clicking the link on the thing that says facebook, it does not work) (i will not lie this is kinda my first publication so go easy on me). A while ago I fell in love with the Dungeon Core stories and decided: ‘Heck, why not make my own spin on things!’ and so i started brainstorming what to do and i kinda just found the idea for the story during it. This is the story of a guy named Michael Alex (not a typo that is the name I will be using for him) he was an avid fiction writer and reader who was just sitting on his couch playing a puzzle game on his phone called: Ruins of Drailmor Keep (a three in one deal: tower defence, Puzzle (mazes generally), and world building (namely building on the ashes of fallen empires and regulating certain things while the waves of enemies keeps coming back to burn it down and ruin it just like the curse would while ocasionally sending out your own monsters to get rare rescources)) when he gets an alert and well one thing leads to another and he died to a freak avalanche. He then comes into contact with the universe's will (basically something that *insert your prefered deity here* cooperated with to make the world (heaven, hell, the mortal world, yggdrasil, basically every "world" that has been made (in reality, mythology, games, books, cartoons/movies, and memes!) but also had a mind of its own at the same talk.) and Michael and the Universe’s Will talked and this story is about the outcome of said discussion.
All members of the Cain family are required to stay within the Clan's territory until they turn 18. The Cain Clan is a strong force that secluded themselves from outside power struggles. They put emphasis on family unity and prefer to raise their youngsters as well rounded individuals. When you turn 18 you are allowed to venture to the outside. Everyone tries to improve their strength while making a name for themselves and their family.Kirian Cain turns 18 and sets off to White City. Follow along as we watch Kirian grow and start his Reign!Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing, so be kind. **I will upload irregular for the time being. Cover is from Warrior Angel
It is the year 2199, the end of the 22nd century. Due to a biopocalypse unleashed by a certain genetic engineer, all life on the planet evolved at incredible speeds, but humans couldn't keep up so they built walled cities. The story follows a certain clone trying to find its place. The first 90ish chapters aren't those that I am proud of, but if you like the premise, stick around, it gets better in the 100s. Five chapters per week Mon-Fri
In the realm of Yggdrasil, there exist nine worlds. Each and every world has unique stories to tell, but there was one that stood out--The Floating World of Speir. In the land of Speir, the impossible does not exist; this world has given birth to thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of tales, fables, and legends. The fight for the fate of the world is a common occurrence and the neverending stories of the people which reside in it were all, by itself, always unique and interesting. Now, after many aeons have passed, the world has changed. Not only the power of magic could shape reality, technology also has the ability to change the world with just a thought. And from the world where futuristic technology meets magic, I have chosen to tell you a story, a story picked from countless others. This is the story of a boy who recently entered the prestigious, and the most powerful academy in all of the nine worlds--Yggdrasil Academy, to fufill his dream. What is his dream, you might ask. Well, allow me to show you the life of Reynard Foxtale, one of The Children of The Sky. *Warning. For those who don't like lengthy explanations or long talks, this might not suit your taste. However, the setting of my story does not adhere to most of the main stream fantasy/sci-fi settings. So, you might find my ideas unique or a little too weird and complicated or both. Whatever opinions you might have, I truly thank all of you who are willing to spend your time to read my story. *The cover (which is a picture I do not own) is not in any way an accurate depiction of the world in the story. P/S I will post this story on FictionPress as well. P/P/S I'm relatively new to this website, so if I made any obvious (to regulars) mistakes, please tell me. P/P/P/S Will update every two weeks. *Important: In Hiatus for now. **13/7/2017 Update. Check chapter nine (and maybe ten) post-chapter note.