Chapter 2

A RATION OF HELL YEA!

“If any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied”

Rudyard Kipling

As the sun started to make its presence known, I was crouched down in the stairwell leading to the second floor. Trying to decide what the hell I was going to do, I knew for a fact that the shit had Definitely hit the fan. The question was, How big of a bite of the steaming shit sandwich I was going to have to take. Even though Dan and the local sheriff were on good terms.

I knew that under no circumstances my Uncle would want the sheriff or anyone else for that matter poking around his property. So calling the locals was definitely off the list of things to do. I had two problems, I didn't know if this was a one time thing or just the start. Lastly Dan had just left the day before, So sending him a SOS at this point would not cut the mustered.

I quickly came to the conclusion that I needed more information, before sending out any type of mayday. I also had a idea where exactly I could gather that Information, If you boys and girls guessed the shooting range or old mine. ding ding ding winner winner chicken dinner!

Making up my mind I double timed it down to the second floor. After a shit shower and a shave, I dressed in a new pair of Levi's, struggled for a moment with a treacherous long sleeve shirt that did its best to kill me. Pulled on my socks and shoes. Grabbing my now empty Alice pack, I was now Ready to go.

I headed down to the weapons locker, I needed to replace the ammo I used during the night and clean my 1911. It is a mortal sin in my opinion not to properly take care of your tools. Especially if you rely on those tools to keep you alive. And a Gun regardless what some may say is nothing more then a tool. A famous writer Robert A. Heinlein once wrote “There are no dangerous weapons; there are only dangerous men.”

After replacing my ammo, cleaning my 1911 and drooled over all the eye candy in the vault for just a little too long, i made my way up to the first floor to get something to eat. Seeing the state of the kitchen I mumbled to myself “Dan's going to be royally pissed when he see's this”. Noting the fact the fridge was a mangled total loss, I grabbed a couple hot pockets out of the freezer. Thankfully they had survived and only needed a couple minutes in the beat up microwave.

After a half a hour of watching the sun rise I Realized I was procrastinating. grabbing my M14 I made sure I had all five spar magazines and checked that my 1911 was loaded and on safe. Double checking I was ready for a little bit of recon In possible Indian territory I headed out the door. [Editors note, Dan; Your not going to mention the pie story are you?] {Authors note, Rick: Dammit Dan I am telling this story and there is NO PIE!!} [Dan: fine have it your way, I still say the pie story is important and needs to be told]

It was a cold crisp cloudless morning, There was a slight breeze coming out of the north and not a single bird was chirping. Alarm bells started ringing in my head, That little voice in my head starts talking 'Hold on a second, Where are the birds at?' Looking around carefully I don't see a single critter small or large in sight, 'Uh oh...This can't be good, something must have scared everything away'. Up ahead I can now see the range and the entrance to the old played out hard rock mine. On closer examination I detected a faint glow coming out of the mine entrance. Keeping my M14 ready I slowly made my way to the mine.

Once at the entrance of the mine I took a look inside, I see Nothing, just a warm feeling glow without any source visible. I scanned the area once more and made up my mind to investigate the mine further.

Shouldering my m14, I pull out my trusty 1911 and took a step into the mine proper. There was a sudden flash like someone tossed a flash bang of bright light and then I couldn't see a damn thing. Crouching down in my almost totally blind state I start blinking my eyes trying to get my eyes to start working again. “Gahh, perfect time for something to eat me!” After what seemed like a hour but was really only three minutes my eyes started to work again. The first thing I notice is that I am turned around looking back out of the mine. There is only one problem. The scenery has changed drastically. What grabs my attention first is The rock quarry the range and mine was in, has been replaced with a lush green valley. The valley stretches out for at least ten miles, in the middle of the valley is a large deep blue lake. Surrounding the lake is a dense Forrest that reaches all the way up to the dead zone on the mountains around the valley.

The next thing I notice is a big blue box hanging in the middle of the air. The damn thing looked like it was straight out of one of those online video games nerds like to play. Reading the Blue box it says

CONGRATULATIONS!!

For being the first sentient being from Earth to

Enter the Game Galaxy of Arkhay, you have been awarded with

A Rare Title, 1000 fame, a one time use character modification mirror!

One hundred Character Modification points!!

That's a value of over 9000!!! Souls!!!

You Have Leveled up!!

You have received a new title!

“First From Dirt”

Title Rewards

Grants passive trait "Guinea Pig"

Grants Passive trait “Lucky Bastard”

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