Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 24: Chapter 29

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Chapter 24: Planning My First Conquest... I Mean Adventure! Time snapped back and Rngallia vanished like she had never been there. It was hard to believe that I had not only summoned up my own goddess, but got a blessing that shouldn't break the game, while giving me a head start on the other guys. That was, if I even got to keep my progress when I got out. "As if that metal hussy thinks that I am going to just be a walkie talkie for you!" Harold snapped, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked down at him with a look of confusion, and my hand hovering in the air. "What? She already made contact with you?" Harold's digital eyes narrowed. "I could see and hear everything that just happened, and no, I will not be taking on some sexy fembot form to sate you clearly perverted mecha tastes! Weirdo!" I decided to ignore the metal cat, and summoned the new common blue print for gloves I got. Just like the forge, I just concentrated on the paper to learn the design that really had nothing but a picture of a wire frame of the item. Unlike the forge, this one had no material, so I tried right away to make one. When I picked a spot for the forge, there had been an outline like in RTS and survival games. Once placed, my skeletons have started to gather the mined and chopped materials, and built it over the span of a few hours. The creation of smaller items was a beast of a different color all together, and I felt myself getting excited about what this would mean for the future. The gloves, like Rngallia, came into existence as a wire frame design, allowing me to tweak the shape, style, and color of the gloves to a degree. I couldn't change the stats or anything major, but there was also a note that all my items I created would gain the same experience I did. That part alone got me going, and the visual customization was just the cherry on top. "How long are you going to stare at that glove?" Harold asked, and I turned to glare at him. "Buzz off! I am trying to visualize my perfect outfit! I don't need armor! I need style, and presence!" I declare, making Harold roll around his digital display. "You're an undead dork that dreams of building towering steel monstrosities, but style and presence are suddenly a priority?" He demanded, and I could only give him a sad look. "I get I am the bad guy class, and I plan to rock it. I like to act all nice and noble like a true soldier of justice, but only while I am piloting mechs. My actual character alignment? Well, depending on the wind and the day's flavor of ice cream, but I like to get what I want, and when I want it. Waiting isn't my strong suit, and yeah, I tend to be a bit unscrupulous when I see something I like... yeah, it is a game world after all," I tried to explain while Harold seemed to look at me in a new light. "Really? I thought you said you didn’t want to make James mad?" The metal cat asked with curiosity, not accusation. I shrugged. "I won't cheat, but I can't say that I can afford to take advantage of some glitches. My life is on the line here, after all. I actually have a chance of dying forever, and my playstyle and roleplay in fantasy games almost always centered around being chaotic evil. I do what I want and push every game to its limits while looking for easter eggs and hidden achievements, but come on! This place has to be making achievements just for me, so there might not be any limit to the paths I can walk!" "And what does any of that have to do with you taking forever to finish playing with the gloves?" Harold demanded, and I smiled. "Because my character design will set the tone for the entire game!" I announced, and Harold fell over his own display. "You are a Necromancer, a bad guy, and the most evil thing you have done was make a few skeletons, a forge, and annoy a metal cat," Harold pointed out. "Very true, but I need to make a proper persona for when we do run into the other sentients! My whole necromancer shtick can't just be me looking and talking like some