Chapter 12: SP and AFP[GTG]
[Mission in progress...
Let the game begin.
Objective: Get two hundred points on the first day [00:20:34:32].
Reward: A shadow skill.
Failure: All stats set to negative.]
It seems I just can't have it easy, can I?
Haah.
[You should probably get on with it if you don't want to lose whatever little chances of survival you have in this world,] said the useless voice in my head.
"Haah," I sighed once more, then looked ahead of me. I was now in a dilapidated building, one that looked like a hurricane had run into it. The whole place was in tatters. The couch—if you could still call it that—was literally half of what it used to be, and what remained wasn't even intact; it was reduced to just wood. The TV on the ground was smashed beyond repair, with mercury splattered all over it. Then there was the ceiling, just an arm's length away from caving in. The carpets were burned to nothing; in fact, whatever was left here was just a shadow of what it once was.
Anyway, I had managed to set up a table from whatever wood I could find in this place. On this makeshift table, I placed everything I had luckily scavenged on the way here. I still couldn't find a weapon, and since I have no affinity skills, I could only improvise. I got a wooden plank and found a sharp metal piece, which I stapled to the top of the wood to form a makeshift spear. This is probably useless, but at least I now have a weapon.
Aside from that, I had a bag that was torn inside out; most of the pockets had holes, but luckily the main part was intact. There was a hammer—a lucky find, though it would have served better as a weapon if I were a tad taller. Then there was the lighter; I'm not sure what I could do with that, but it will probably come in handy in the long run. I also found some tape, just a little, as it seemed to have been used up already. I grabbed some gum just because... why not?