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I swallowed spit. I knew that it wouldn't mean anything. It'd be perfectly fine. I knew that. It was just a test. I just needed to know how it'd work. For the future.
Nervously, I took another look around with my own eyes, trying to see if there were any lingering flying demons that may witness the ensuing stupidity. After finding nothing, I once again look down at the cold, hard cement.
Shakily, I took another deep, deep breath. Hands shaking, legs trembling, heart thumping, chest feeling like it wanted to tear itself out in sheer panic.
"This is fine," I said to no one, pretending that my voice didn't shake. "This is going to happen sooner rather than later, and it's best if I do it on my terms. I'm the master of my own destiny."
…This was just a simple fucking chore. Just a stupid dumb chore so I could get on with killing demons and getting pussy.
Just a chore.
…
I jumped.
My screams, panic and fear were too sudden and short-lived to really process all that was happening, and as the cement came closer and closer, I didn't even get to feel a fucking thi-
….
/ INCURSOR SYSTEM LOG /
[...]
[Incursor #0734 has died.]
[Checking for any Incursor Functions that require activation…]
[...]
[ {DARKSIGN} function detected.]
[Aborting soul transfer to {INCURSORIAL POST-MORTEM DEPARTMENT}...]
[Transfer aborted.]
[Initiating {DARKSIGN} function…]
[Granting { } status to Incursor…]
[Initiating { .REBIRTH} subroutine…]
….
Somehow, despite what common logic would tell you, my eyes opened after what seemed like an indefinite amount of time.
They opened quickly, suddenly and accompanied by a loud, desperate gasp of air as the feeling of slamming into cold metal remained fresh, startling and painful in my mind.
I had truly died yet again, and now I just found myself in front of a dirty brick wall in what seemed to be a foul-smelling alleyway.
It was depressing how common this sight was becoming in what was supposed to be my afterlife.
My quick, panicked breaths began to slow down a bit as reality dawned on me. I was still alive. Still kicking.
I truly became immortal.
The ends of my lips couldn't help but rise a bit as the possibilities of complete immortality began to arise.
…Wait, something's wrong.
Slowly, so very slowly, I blinked. Something was missing… right?
….
[{ .REBIRTH} subroutine finished.]
[Restarting all Incursor Functions…]
[Generating Incursor Functions cache...]
[/ NOTE: Cache will ensure further rebirths receive no delay on Incursor Function activation. /]
[...]
[All Incursor Functions working.]
….
In what felt like a mighty kick on my balls, Eyes Everywhere suddenly activated.
"Ah thank- OH FUCK!"
I was granted overwhelming vision yet again. It was startling, but having infinite eyes around me felt comfortable now. I didn't mind having it.
What I did mind was witnessing a dried up, rotting, ugly fucking carcass exactly where my body should be.
I quickly looked down at my hands using my own two eyes, needing to confirm their state directly, as if E.E had suddenly become compromised.
And with my own two eyes I saw emaciated discolored hands more fitting for a corpse than a living person.
"Oh, oh fucking Christ, this shit's real."
I also had to lay witness to how the corpse uttered and enunciated every single word I mumbled, how its eyes widened and became panicked as it gazed at its horrid hands…
How it was wearing the exact same clothes I wore, with the same backpack I had on me at the time of death.
I was a fucking monster.
"No- Fuck. This can't- I- Oh fuck."
Despair settled into my gut. I looked fucking horrible. A complete freak of nature.
I closed my eyes, despite the uselessness of the gesture. I wanted to enter a calmer state of mind for this, because it was clear that something in here was fucked.
It took some time, but eventually I managed to collect my cool a bit. Just a bit though, since I could (literally) never tear my gaze away from what was now my body.
After a few more moments trying to compress my shit and keep it together, I was able to come to terms with my current situation.
"I'm a fucking freak now," I stated simply.
I wasn't expecting this transformation to be part of my apparent immortality. Not at all. If I had known beforehand I would've mulled over my suicide plan a bit longer than I did.
…Well, this fucking sucked, right?
Frowning (and fuck did that look weird on me) I made an effort and tried to stand up.
The sight of a corpse slowly and clumsily rising from its rest was quite horrible, really. No fucking way I was actually stuck like this.
With horror slowly turning into annoyance, I groaned, sounding like a very thirsty drug addict. I needed to give this thing a fucking check.
INFO.
Again, from thin-air, pop, and a paper leaflet softly drifted into my hands.
Miffed, I opened the damn paper, where my character sheet was plastered on one side.
/
Name: Daniel García, [the Perfectionist.]
Level : Level 2 [Perfectionist] Undead Gunman.
XP: 1800
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skill List:
- [Perfect Shots]
- [Perfect Stacks]
- [Stylish Twirl]
Perk List:
- Eyes Everywhere
- Sharpest Shooter
Trait List:
- Darksign
Conditions:
- Undead (Darksign)
/
There it was, fucking Darksign on the trait list, looking almost inconspicuous with how little fanfare this fucking thing made for seeming immortality.
I also noticed the small addition to the character sheet.
Conditions:
- Undead (Darksign)
…what the FUCK did that mean
Angered, I press on the paper with my finger, right onto the Undead text for further explanation.
My finger pressed on the paper… to no effect. The glare on my face narrowed. How the fuck am I supposed to-
"Fucking- INFO: UNDEAD… please fucking work."
Promptly, with the same pop, a small paper note appeared.
…This method of delivering information was getting really annoying real fast.
I caught the note and quickly read it, the angelical language transforming into English in front of my eyes.
Condition - Undead: Dead, yet living. Those considered Undead are not able to die in the same way any other mortal can. Even after apparent 'death', an Undead will still rise up and keep moving. Capability of rational thought is optional.
This condition can be contracted from numerous different sources, thus how this condition works and its effects can vary wildly. Refer to a specific type for further details.
…This was supremely unhelpful.
With a frown, I thought very hard.
INFO: Undead (Darksign)
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