《And then I made my own world》The 7th Try: Fairy Kebab preparations…hopefully…
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The 7th Try: Fairy Kebab preparations…hopefully…
((sorry these are short, I’m traveling by train atm…and using cell phone…))
I looked at my friend with big eyes for a second before I decided to forget about it. First…cooking. I really wished I could just do magic and something would appear, but how probable was that? It wasn’t like I was a real life creator. I’d definitely have to check out whether I could get back into the game later on though. As far as I could tell very little time had passed.
As I stood there looking at nothing Sammy slapped her hand against my forehead. “Good morning?” She stood in front of me, looking at me like a farmer at a mooncalf. “Cooking? Now? Or did your brain fry in that pod?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it got nice and crispy. I’ll…you know what, I’m just going to make pasta. Now.”
Before my brain had time to get back to pondering I walked out the door and then into the kitchen through our incredibly massive hallway. It was at least 2 square meters big! It definitely kept fat people from moving in. So anyway, in our slightly larger kitchen I started making pasta. With sauce from the bottle, warmed via microwave. Yes, I was a genius when it came to cooking with very little effort.
Anyway, I’m not going to talk about or table manners here, so suffice to say that we had none. Sofa and TV in Sammy’s room were much more comfortable.
Anyway, afterwards I climbed into my pod and, expecting Hacker san’s game, pushed the on button.
…
I stood in a cave, with a ring in my hand. In the other game, the one that suddenly looked really cheap.
“Hacker dude?” I tried calling for him, but it did exactly nada. Damn. Did I mess up too much in game? Did he kick me out? I really wanted to roast those fairies. I was done with happy go lucky paradise! I wanted dragons and Imps and a demon lord at my feet! In a world full of fire, with apocalyptic wildlife and horrible dark woods that ate little kids! With a red sun in the sky!
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I kicked the ground and set a pretty large part of it flying. Dark grey earth with red streaks…
I looked around and…uh…I was in Hacker dude’s game? And in a demon realm thing…or rather, in the world I had just imagined…
In front of me there were the demon lord, dragons and imps, kneeling.
Oh-kay.
This was easy.
“We are but your servants, dark goddess. What is your wish?” The demon lord said. And I grinned.
My face turned into one resembling his, I grew horns and wings and gave myself a bigger chest and a dark red dress. Looking like a real demonness, I swung my hands in an Arc and created a gate. Through it a pretty green and purple forest full of Daisies became visible.
“Your first duty is to produce children. Your second duty is to grow strong. And your third…” My teeth flashed as I paused, “…your third duty is to eradicate all Daisies!”
I screamed while the demons roared. That…took a while.
When we calmed down one of the dragons raised a paw, like a kid at school. “Goddess? What are Daisies?”
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