What, are you stupid?”
Those were the words spoken to the day I asked the girl I was interested in out. She completely dismissed . I could only stare in shock as she laughed and then walked back to her group of friends. She whispered a few words, all of them turned to and then laughed.
Ow… that really hurt. We had worked on a project together. I had even done most of the work while she went to her cheerleading finals. In the end, I had gotten her full marks. I really thought that would have ant sothing. However, when seeing the disdain on her face now, I realized that she had just used .
After school, I got my ass beaten by the school sports team. How should I know that a guy on the baseball team liked the girl, and took offense to asking? Wasn’t the fact that she rejected enough? Apparently not, because the bullies said I needed to be shown my place in the world.
“Don’t even try to talk to her again, fatty.” The guy in charge kicked one last ti while I was already in a fetal position.
Classy.
After getting thrashed, I finally managed to crawl to my bike and made it ho. My house was empty. My father died a few years ago in a car accident, and my mother worked all the ti. I had no other siblings. That ans no cute sisters or loyal brothers. Well, that was probably for the best. I was overweight and unpopular. I would probably just be an embarrassnt to any sibling who knew .
I headed over to the bathroom and pulled out a first-aid kit. One thing I had always been good at was taking care of myself. First aid, sewing, cooking, cleaning… I was responsible for all those duties. I carefully cleaned up my wounds and tended them. I swear my wounds healed faster when I was the one tending them. Ah, well, I finished quickly and leaned back, taking a small break.
“I want a girlfriend.”
Even after my bad experience, I still really wanted to be in a relationship with soone. I just wanted a girl to co ho to. I was okay with even being an at-ho husband. I could take care of the kids and clean the house. That would really be the life. Was it too much to ask for? I sighed as my stomach grumbled. There would be no food unless I got up to make sothing.
Heating so water, I cooked up so instant ran and ate it. I wasn’t fat because I ate too much. Instead, it was the quality of food. My mom and I didn’t have a lot of money, so naturally, I ate mostly cheap junk. It was rare when I could have a decent al, and my mother never cooked. She was always way too tired to do anything, so I ended up being the cook in the house. If I had access to decent ingredients, I might have even been a decent cook.
After eating supper, I headed to my room and sat down in front of my small 22-inch TV. Picking up a bag of gas I had picked up from the used dia store, I started glancing through them. I was always thrifty, so the gas I selected were from the discount bin. My gas were always last-gen and clearance. That ant I got a lot of stinkers, but they passed my ti. Occasionally, I found a hidden gem, and that was what I loved the most. I liked hunting for hidden treasures. The gains usually outdid the losses.
“What is this one?”
I noticed a ga that I didn’t rember picking up at all. It had no labels on the outside at all. I glanced at the back, and there were absolutely no words on the case whatsoever. Out of curiosity, I pulled off the wrapping and opened the case. There was a ga cartridge and written on it were just two words in a simple font.
It was called Dungeon Life. I noticed an insert in the case and pulled it out. Like the ga, it contained no art and was just a paragraph of words.
Are you tired of your world? Do you want Adventure? Money? Food? Won? Join the Dungeon Life, where you make money hunting monsters, obtaining rare drop items, and earning treasures. Form a party of various classes to help you work your way down each dungeon and eventually defeat the dungeon boss. Each dungeon you conquer earns you wealth, fa, and dungeon points. Let the adventure begin.
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