《Those You Don't Notice》Chapter 3: Resolution.
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Chapter 3: Resolution.
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I am still on my knees crying for about 20 minutes. After crying all my sorrows out. I begin starting to curse what caused my pain. I hate that spider. No, I hate all spiders since I don't have the ability to tell which one it was that did that to me. They are all guilty. I will inflict pain upon that race of monsters. I will destroy them all.
Why? You may ask am I not hating the one who set me up in that situation. The reason being is that for one she released me from my pain or I think she did. Two, I could have just asked her what was out there, but due to my arrogance or ignorance I didn't ask her. Three, I still don't know she has control over my pain settings. I think it is just part of the game. Thus, I have no direct reason to really hate her.... yet.
To kill those spiders, that species, I need to get stronger way, way stronger. So I finally made a resolution. I stand up with fierce burning desire to train in any way I can. Alice! She is omnipotent so obviously she has seen martial arts, magic, and more. I will ask her to train me!
I walk with renewed vigor to the cabin. Looking at it, it really looks like a regular wooden cabin. Feeling slightly disappointed it didn't look any different than the real thing. O well, no reason to re-texture everything. I opened the front door and on the inside it was really... plain. There was: 1 twin sized bed, 1 forest green couch, 1 coffee table, and 1 writing desk. It is a one room cabin with the front door I came in and a back door as well. That's kinda weird judging from how small this place is. Why would you have two doors. I also happen to notice Alice is not in here at all.
In the next moment the back door of the cabin opens. Alice steps out looking very unhappy.
"Damnit! Well, I guess I am glad I built this before that happened. Those assholes! What did I do to deserve such restrictions!" Alice grumbles yelling at the sky with a fist raised up shaking it vigorously.
"Sounds like you had a bad day as well."
"Ooo. I wasn't expecting you to be "back" yet." Hmm. She seemed to have emphasized "back" a bit.
"Yes, well I am here to get training from you if possible. You must know what happened to me. I will kill those spiders every last one of them! I also wish to thank you for releasing me from my torment. Please train me so I can get stronger!"
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Alice looks shocked utterly shocked at my proposal the she says. "It seems it is your lucky day. I am in need of training as well now that I have been reduced to being a mere player. Sparring partners is a good way to gain experience and training. Luck has it that my space was completed before I was restricted."
"Restricted to being a player? Your space? I don't quite understand. Can you elaborate a bit for me?"
"Yes, it seems that my creator has decided I am to explore this universe dedicating all my time to a single area entity. Meaning I no longer have my capabilities to create or destroy like before. I can't control anything yet. My vision is that of a humans. My strength is the same as yours. Luckily they were not mean enough to limit my memories of the game." She seems angry and downhearted while she explains.
"Ah, so you can't train me?"
"Your really self centered aren't you. Yes, I can train us both; though I only need training in body. While you need training in body and mind. We can still accomplish this and before you ask how just look inside the room I came from." She points at the back door.
I walk over and look in side it looks like a city of obstacle courses and different facilities. The reason why I can tell is that peering through the door gives me an over head view of it. Looks huge, but with no discernible sign of life.
"I made it because I still needed to train and was going to do it without telling you. I told you to and am willing to help because you are going to be useful to me in the long run of things now." That devilish smile again.
"Great, when do we get started? I wanna kill those ******** as soon as possible." As I say that still with that devilish smile on she reaches into the back door and pulls out two belts. She quickly straps one of them on me and one on herself. Kinda sexy when she was putting it on me, but my mind is focused training then killing then flirt. Gotta have priorities.
Then she turns my belt buckle all the way around 3 times. Next moment I was wondering why I am kissing the ground and my body won't listen to any of my commands to move. I am also have difficulties breathing. Then that lovely voice enters my ears.
"Your lucky this is a game world with players having unrealistic bodies. If not then this kind of training would only have negative effects like destroying your bones from the pressure. What you are wearing is called a gravity belt. It affects the gravity of the person wearing it and only that person. I made it so you are experiencing 3 times earths gravity. Don't worry your not the only one I am also doing it. (though she only turned hers once) In order to make it training and not have you skimp out I made it so I am the owner and only I can change yours."
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"Oh ****! So Go*u style training. Sweet... although he trains at 100 + times gravity just 3 times is pretty rough. I can't seem to move at all." Slightly I was able to move my fingers.
"Well, come find me in that building when you can actually move. Then we can start the next step." She pointed to one facility that was in her space looks like one of the better buildings in there. A solar panel looking roof and the building looks like it is made out of some light blue metallic substance. The building also looks covered in weird scribbles as well.
"Wait. How do I move you can't gain strength like this can you?" To late she is already inside.
I lay there struggling for a very long while seemingly getting no where. I am really hungry now too. How long was I tortured? (4 hours asleep after getting knocked out. 6 hours of torture.) Does dying affect my stomach was I full again after I revived? I was to busy crying and deciding my future to care. Now laying here with nothing better to do. I started thinking of what I should've done in stead. Maybe inspected the weird grass a little more. Check the surrounding areas. Checked what kind of substance those red lines on the trees are. Maybe even looked into the properties of the leaves.
I was stupid there is many things I could have done instead of going in the forest halfheartedly. If I would've just joined with Alice then maybe she would have told what all those things are. I probably would have been told about the spiders as well.
Those spiders! Anger floods into me again. I no longer care about the hunger I don't care about anything. I am training now! This is me getting stronger stop whining about what could have been. It happened get over it! Get stronger then devastate them! Gaining some strength from anger. I slowly am able to clench my fists.
Trying hard to move any part of my body. Slowly I start pushing myself up straining my self as hard as I could. Push up position. SNAP!
RECONNECTING! It appeared in my head again. Then I was just outside the cabin again. In that field face down in the grass. What the hell happened? Thinking back I was forcing all my muscles to lift my body. It responded in kind, but even though my body lifted I didn't feel my head raise at all. Shit! I broke my own neck lifting myself forgetting about the head. Sounds silly I know, but how often do you think about working out your neck? (Author: Sorry would love to give you how much he currently weighs, but when I was researching everything went way above my head. He weighs 205 lbs now and is 6'1" to find out his gravity isn't as simply as time-zing his weight by 3 so I can't give you exact calculation sorry. /bow)
Alright figured out the problem. Now to work my entire body not forgetting about any part of it. Straining every inch of my body I am slowly gaining the ability to move. Now though it has been 5 hours since my latest death. I am extremely hungry, but I can't get to my backpack. To get food and drink. So I say **** it what have I got to lose. So I take a bite of the grass nearby. When I chew on it I can feel a cool liquid escape from the grass trickling down my throat. As soon as it enters my stomach I feel loads better. I am not as tired nor do my muscles burn as much. It also fills me up my god its a god sent gift from heaven!
I ravenously devour some more clumps of grass. I now feel at a 100%. With renewed vigor and the feeling of me being a cow. I begin exercising my body repeating the process of destroying my self trying to move. Collapsing then eating the grass.
Several weeks pass like this. I am now able to walk and jog about a bit. I still have yet to go back in the cabin though. To be honest I am quite afraid of the next step. Today though I have decided that now is the time to do it so I gather up some more grass clumps filling my backpack to the brim with them. They actually grow back in this area pretty quick normally when I went to bed on the ground and woke up a few hours later the grass herb would be there again.
Stepping into the cabin nothing has changed. Even the door is still wide open over looking the city space. I take a deep breath and shove my hand first toward the building that was pointed on and step through.
I find my self in front of that very same building. So I open up the door...
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