After destroying that cake in one sitting
No I’m not ashamed to admit it.
I head over and began smacking the interface. “Where’s my money!” Swiping up and down, left and right. Seeing if I might’ve missed a bloody screen, or worse—it auto donated to some medieval charity.
It happily chimed on, until it eventually caved under my relentless pestering.
[Exact Amount Required]
[Change is not provided]
“You and the system must be buddies.” Giving it a snt-eyed look and retreating to my office. After all, I had bigger fish to fry.
Looking at the neatly folded letter, still wedged beneath my bowl of keys. “I wonder what dad would think of this?” The letter only a week old, signed before they had handed me the keys.
“Well… that’s enough of that.” Picking myself up and swiping the remaining 1 gold and 29 silver back into my pouch. It was time to get stuff organised. Looking at the Dungeon time happily ticking along.
Time to evict the short kings.
Meandering over to them and csping my hands together, like telling toddlers it was cleanup time.
“I’m afraid the time has come for your departure my friends.” The dwarves in the middle of cleaning their armour, weapons scattered across the floor. “You need another minute?”
The two looked at each other and silently packed their stuff, then marched toward the door. Just as they were about to grab the medieval handle, the chubbier one turned. The one that mostly spoke to me, and asked me in a much softer tone. “May we know your name Sir?”
I thought about it for a second, hands resting gently on my hips. As my eyes fell onto my father’s st remaining mark in this house.
An old wooden carving with the first name already heavily faded, while my family’s name remained intact.
“Reed. You can call me Sir Reed.”
Eugh, that sounded so formal. “Never mind, Mister Reed.”
“Mr Reed it is. I thank you for your patronage and bid you farewell.”
Softly pulling the handle and disappearing into the swirling portal beyond.
A bit rude that they didn’t tell me their names though.
I shrugged and began moving back to my office, to pn my next move. The cushion on my bar stool was very comfortable, so sitting at it for long periods wasn’t going to be an issue. But the general vibe of my forced upon tavern, was still pretty poor.
“I need beds, tables and a storefront of some sorts.” Racking my brain on how I could build these things, as that ramp-wall was a good reminder I couldn’t build for shit.
*Ding*
[Reminder: You still have Skills avaible for purchase]
Well thank you friendly system message, but I’d prefer a reminder that didn’t come strapped to a grenade.
But of course it was right and I do remember seeing a skill that could come in handy quite well.
“Hold the fuck on! Why is it more expensive now?” Looking at the original 3 skills I could purchase, but only had enough silver for 1. Now the damned things were 10 times as expensive. Leaving me with the same dilemma as before. Only being able to buy ONE.
You sneaky little shit.
*Ding*
[Prices Increase after skill purchase or any other means of procurement]
“Did you just nudge inftion into my Skill Store??”
[…]
Right…
I selected the only skill that would help me at this moment. And paid the price, noticing my pouch automatically become lighter.
*Ding*
[Creature Comforts acquired: Lets you convert coins at reasonable exchange rates for physical objects, with hospitable properties]
I immediately went to the skills section, after the brief intermission of waiting for it to appear. And tapped the air.
My menu disappeared and was repced with a small window to my side, where I could select items. Or so it seemed anyway.
When finding the cheapest and nastiest bed I could afford. Coming in hot at a discount of 1 silver. Or so the system tried to have me believe. And bought it. It moved to my avaible slots, away from the store page and I was able to select it for pcement.
Simply awesome. The zy man’s dream of refurnishing an entire house with the tap of a finger. While my house was quite rge, to normal standards anyway. I could afford to set up the sleeping quarters separate from the loungeroom. Which now functioned as a train station ptform, for arrival and departure.
The sleeping quarters were essentially my dining room adjacent to the living room. I mean train station. So “sleeping” was going to be rough for a while. Until I could afford some sort of soundproofing gate at least.
“1 gold and 8 silver left.” I let out a long sigh. With these funds, I could buy another 8 beds. And since I didn’t want a repeat of the FoodLocker incident, my gold would not be touched. Leaving me to my silver to carry me through this house makeover.
I eventually settled for another 3 beds and spent the remainder on a few tables and chairs. And confirming my hunch. No spare change on the st chair purchase.
Hhhh…
The Dungeon time was showcasing the evening time, which would mean less to no traffic, if yesterday was anything to go by.
So I settled into my office and opened one of the packet of chips. Grabbing my phone out of habit, realising it was still devolved into a brick and settled for staring at my medieval door.
“I wonder who will show up next? I really need to sort out some form of meal pn, if I’m pnning to do this long term.” Munching away at the slightly off-tasting chicken-cheese twists.
*Ding*
[“Who’s a big boy?” Mode enabled]
At this point, the constant notifications had dulled my perception of it. Barely adding to my “eeeeeh” sound effect still going off in my ears every time. And I wasn’t totally surprised that the system would have a tutorial period, that eventually rolled into a subscription tier.
How terribly on brand.
[Information Broker Unlocked]
[Re-read, purchase and sell information at your own discretion]
[Note: Be mindful in that aspect]
[Good luck Greg]
Well well well.