Shaking my head after spending the last few moments swapping between glaring and just trying to not even look at my body.

Finally done being worthless?

I might have expected to hear a voice in my head but instead I'm seeing it, as the message has yet to fade away. Are you not able to understand me, am I doing the speaky to fast for you? At that I snap back "hey I understand you don't have to talk down to me!"

Great to hear buddy now why don't you die quickly so that I can go back to my actual job? and while previously I couldn't detect any emotions from the text clogging my vision, I definitely heard the snarky and down right annoying tone now, well heard is the wrong word I could almost see the venom dripping off those words. "Can't say that I'm surprised the boss man wanted to get rid of you, I'd have thrown you away as soon as I had to work with you, might have to file a complaint with HR." Trying to meet the level of the profesional snark master I might be dealing with I went for the verbal kill.

Well in that case I guess you don't need my help to open your Stat Menu now will you? Now hearing that I loath to admit it but I had a sneaking suspicion that this thing might be right, now is that going to stop me from trying on my own till I prove for certain that it isn't the case? "Nope I won't be needing your help, but since you were sent here to help me I will be asking you to do your job." While this looks almost tame, if memory serves these types of people are past all saving them from being supper anal about their jobs, and she? Even admitted that I was stopping them from going back to their "real job" as they put it.

What are you talking about... I don't have to do anything!! I could have been convinced earlier, but now with past experience guiding me, I know for certain that this thing can respond as fast as I can read, and that was a just too long a pause to be anything just, typing? I'm betting my socks at this point but here goes nothing! "Well in that case Miss annoying voice thing I expect you to personally explain to your boss why and how you were removed from your position in record time. And I fully expect you to answer gross negligence, incompetence, and not following orders from your superior on duty."

I'm going to hate this wait time aren't I? If I'm right then this is going to work well in my favor if not then I might just have to ignore the M.A.V.T for short 'actually that's not a half bad idea put extra pressure on them so that they realize I'm being serious.' For the last I'd say courter hour my bony body has been completely stationary, I feel no discomfort and I can tell that there are no cramps from sitting in might I say a very uncomfortable position. I rise to my full height for the first time in my new life, my new body is at most 5'8 and is slightly taller than my old body of 5'6.

My arms and legs are longer and my torso is making up the vast difference in height (author note: as in his legs are like half an inch longer than they were previously, and his torso is making up the 1 and a half inch difference.) I can also now see far better than my last life even better than I could when I was younger without glasses. 'Didn't that guy say that my memories were damaged? Why can I remember so much random stuff about my life, what can't I remember?' Knowing myself and at this point I most certainly don't feel like the old me would get lost in thought and would stress himself half to death before even encountering anything truly dangerous.

But as a man, as much as one can be when your a walking mass of bones, I've been given a second chance at life, how many people would have committed horrible crimes against humanity and whatever other sort of intelligent life out there just to even try and get this thing that I've been given for nothing but the skin off my back, and everywhere else to. And who am I to waste this almost god given chance by becoming my old self.

No I won't be the person who died in my old world. I've been there, done that, and I now have a type of fire in my soul that I never had before, the hunger for life in all its shapes, sizes, forms, and expressions. I am me there will never be another like me, and I swear that this time I'll be something great!

Ending my internal monologue I find that while that was going on I was able to fully control my body while doing all of that. Looking back at my jumbled and rather ramrod memories I can tell that that is not something a person would be able to do, or at least I was unable to do so. While I was thinking I was controlling my body, leading to me walking a good distance from where I woke up. 'Now rather than being in some clearing I've found cover in these trees. What do I need to thrive here?' And there I began making my list. 'First I'm going to need tools, secondly I'm going to need to figure out what the M.A.V.T was talking about.

Tools would be the hardest to find. Actually I'm not going to be finding any tools in my memory of that beings dark smile is correct, I wouldn't be surprised if I was on a different planet one with not a single soul to be found but myself. And the other goal would serve to directly fill my previous reason for getting up in the first place, that being to put pressure on the little nat of an assistant.' "Well that makes this easier, I have one idea at the moment so I'll try this"

I widen my stance after loudly clicking my jaws together to emulate speech, which I discovered just moments ago and have no shame in admitting that I've grown quite fond of it. "Open Status Menu" My jaw clicks out... And a moment passes. I feel like that was close but not quite there. "Status Menu?" I can tell that was even closer, maybe I can't have it be so close to a question? "Status Menu '' And like I had spoken the magic words I saw a menu.

Name: N/A

Race: lowest undead, skeleton variant, LF 49/100 MP 100/100

Str 9(-1)

Con -

Wis 15(+2)

Int 17(+3)

Dex 10(+0)

Cha -

Abilities: Life detection-1/10, Bone tool use-0/20, Bone tool craft-0/5

Limitations: Undeath- Cha, and Con are locked forever, baring evolution or resurrection, Low Str- a Str is below average means you find yourself not being able to lift "heavy" objects that others would find easy. And you move slower when carrying more than 15lbs, Undead- You have no stamina, you have no need to sleep, and any desire to do so is magickly influenced, No Con- as your Con is locked you find yourself being unable to heal passively from damage and you are damaged far easier than others with Con, Hunger for life- Your body has no life in it, you must take this life from somewhere lest your unlife ends.

So first off did the M.A.V.T literally tell me how to open this? And wow I need to figure out how to raise my stats, secondly it looks like I can make things out of bones, I can't use myself as crafting foder because of the lack of regen. And finally that explains my so-called hunger for life that I was talking about, and I guess you could call it a fire in my soul considering I'm using fuel to keep myself from slipping off this not so mortal coil.

I could also comment about the fact that magic exists and I can use it. But I'm more concerned about using my life detection so that I can avoid things that can kill me, and so I can find things to kill. After looking at my profile? For about 3 minutes I see my LF go down from 49/100 to 48/100, so I'm on a timer here I can't just wait, 'I wonder if the M.A.V.T is trying to wait me out?' My money is on yes, and while I do hate to disappoint I'm going to have to reference back to my earlier monologue. Still looking at my profile I find my gaze landing on the ability that I know will save my unlife here, I can't find a way to turn it on, my mind starts to try and wonder but I force my attention onto it reading the green words over and over saying it in my head to the point my head is almost vibrating the words.

'Life detection' as desperate as it seems I can hardly blame the small part of my mind saying this is what I'm supposed to do, I think this is called an instinct or a gut feeling, in my case a hollow cavity feeling, and I have no choice but to follow it's guiding hand. The same hand that led millions to their deaths before, but also led humans and many other species to greater heights than any of them thought possible.

I would be joining them now either as the first step of many to greatness, or the last step to a slow, and loud death. I of course would rather not die from a thing that is unrelated to my current struggle, so I led my body to a tree leaning on it's side, and crouched under seeking protection against any wandering animals that I have to assume live here. My hearing is quite good now, surprising considering that I have no ears.

And I have yet to hear anything other than the bird song in the distance. And my own incessant repetition of my skills name that is, I know that as soon as I stop all the momentum I've gathered so far on my short journey will dissipate, leaving me with nothing. And the more I repeat, my chant at this point, the louder and almost real it becomes. I can feel my words expanding out from my mind, closer to the edge outside, almost like I have to will my skill into manifesting outside my head.

My body is getting heavy now, the mental activities might be stressing my "food supply" I might have to give up using my ability in order to get food as a sacrifice to my survival. And then I felt a click in the metaphorical sense, my ability no longer was limited to being a set of words in my head, now it was free. Free under my control, my will.

The world went from it's greens and browns to a whole new spectrum, that of orange, and red, and an occasional void of all color. The last one drew my attention. It was coming from under the far half of the tree I'm under, I leaned my body forward grabbing a stick and pulling. I quickly find myself understanding what a low Str means I'm literally pulling with every fiber of my being and the stick won't budge. Is this how I find myself unable to continue? Stopped by a still green stick. I can't do very well except that can I? I look around finding it far easier to shut my ability off, and rather than having to chant for like five minutes it's almost instantly available for me to pull into existence.

After shutting off my power I can see that my LF has gone down even more 40/100 and my magic has gone down to 80/100, I can't really be too shocked at how expensive it is to fund all of that mental activity, nor that using my ability consumes magic. I look towards the branch of my most powerful foe yet, 'I'll come back for you some day.' For some reason I can't help but promise that to myself, and I soon after crawl my way out from under the tree, turning on my ability yet again, I search my line of sight and around me for any life source that screams easy dinner.

And low and behold nothing, not a single living thing that I can see screams that I have a fighting chance. Stopping myself from whining I look around without my ability active and soon see something that I will make great use of, a stick about three inches longer than my arm, it's still green so will be harder to break with use.

I pick it up and begin the trek over to what I'm almost convinced is the weakest source of life I was able to detect, this was by comparing a birds life force to the other colors that I saw. The birds were a nice orange, and some of the younger ones were red, I also saw that the oldest birds or at least I think where the oldest was a very dark orange with flecks of the same void color that was under the tree.

After leaving my body on what I'm going to call auto pilot mode, as it keeps following my orders even as I think about other things. I see that my journey for a meal could be over rather soon, turning on my vision to confirm and turning it off right after. I take a moment to wonder what type of world am I in? The smallish animal I see is about the size of a small dog, I can see it's long floppy ears from my place in the tree lines, the being that I'm going to from now on call as would be expected "a horned rabbit". Was eating slowly, not a care in the world, completely unaware that only at most 40 feet from it is something watching it.

'Found dinner, the only problem is that dinner has a weapon and I have a stick. Housten we have a problem here, indeed we do.' Well I want to plan this out and get out of this alive, but I don't think I have time LF 29-100 I can't miss this chance to eat, to live, I'm sorry but it's you or me.

I stand and charge my limbs taking me closer to the rabbit than I thought but also getting it's attention, if I could read it's facial expression I'd put it somewhere between confused and displeased. I'd assume for interrupting it's meal, right it's meal. Being another horned rabbit. I have to do this no matter how scary it might be. The rabbit as the name would suggest was not one for standing still, it also charged at me trying to meet me midway.

And if I was the protagonist of some random wish fulfillment novel, I would have taken the charge head on and beat it in honorable single combat... This is not that book as I was running. I dragged my hand across the dirt picking up a clump, and threw it at the rabbits head. It sailed to the right of the rabbit exploding as dirt clumps have a tendency to do, sending pellets of dirt everywhere. Including my target, the rabbits eye, now while only partly successful I still blinded one eye. And no matter who you are if you suddenly have dirt in your eye, you stop what you're doing and try to remove the dirt. In the rabbit's case that would be charging at me, but as an animal whose life is in danger. It has a certain understanding that doing so will result in it's death.

We met, and the rabbit trying to end combat in one move jumps at me closing the distance almost faster than I can see. But considering the location of the horn and it being a rabbit, I was expecting that. As the rabbit went airborne giving up it's greatest advantage, speed and mobility. I made a sacrifice as well in range and safety. I rolled towards the rabbit to get out of the range of it's horn and found myself with enough time to slap my weapon into the side of the rabbit's head.

The rabbit was sent to the ground and got up almost instantly. I on the other hand found myself on my knees rising up again. I was just that small bit too slow, I saw it charging. I had little choice here so I braced for impact. I felt my center of balance being forced back, I also felt the sticky iron liquid coming from my opponent. My eyes that "closed" during the impact opened yet again, to see the rabbit impaled resting, and sliding down my weapon. I would say that the rabbit was over reliant on its depth perception, and missing the assistance of one of its eyes made a finale and deadly mistake.

As the rabbit was at this point resting firmly on my body I can feel the heartbeat of the rabbit slowing down. I drop the stick before the rabbit's death throws can make my victory pyrrhic in nature. Just in time yet not fast enough the rabbits death throws started just as I dropped him, it's own force pushing it's body away from me, saving me from more damage but also knocking my flat onto my back and my ribs screaming in pain. I forced myself to stand just in case the rabbit did the same. Only to find my foe did not contain a second wind, his body growing colder by the second only three or so feet away from me. I made my way to the body, and found I knew just what to do. I grab the rabbit only now getting an idea for how impressive the creature was, it has to weigh at least 10lbs and I with only the smallest hesitation sink my teeth in the rabbits side. And yet another new discovery I now know that my teeth are almost as sharp as some knives in my past life.

And almost immediately I feel my body heal, the so called fire, re-fueling to full and the weight of the rabbit decreasing rapidly. Opening my profile but willing only part of it to open I'm met with a sight for sore eyes, or empty eyes in my case.

Name: N/A

Race: lowest undead, skeleton variant, LF 100/100-level Up? MP 100/100

Str 9(-1)

Con -

Wis 15(+2)

Int 17(+3)

Dex 10(+0)

Cha -

Abilities: Life detection-3/10, Bone tool use-0/20, Bone tool craft-0/5

congratulations! you have defeated an enemy. As an undead you have no experience meter to level up, instead you need to fill your LF to its current maximum. Don't fret about being at 0 LF after leveling up, your body will hold out for 24 hours after running out. Only in this case is that true, if you run out at any other time your final death is the only possibility. You also have fed for the first time as an undead, making your transformation into unlife final, you will no longer lose LF by standing, moving or even using higher level thinking the only time you will use LF is when your body is forced to keep itself together from damage. And finally good luck fine undead!