B1: Chapter 40: Failure and Levels
"Did I not introduce myself?" the man asked as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry, kiddo. The name's Alistair, but just call me Sandy," he said with a smile before he laughed lightly and hit Daz on the back with a light slap.
Daz didn't move an inch and just stared at Sandy blankly. "Right... Sandy. Can I help you somehow?" Daz asked without hiding any of his confusion.
"Right," Sandy replied before he walked over to the nearest wooden post holding up the horrendously constructed rain shelter that Daz had tried to make. He pushed it very lightly and the whole thing collapsed.
"Hey, you fucker! I worked hard on building that!" Daz shouted at Sandy, but the older man remained unfazed and smiled at Daz condescendingly.
"You're an idiot. If my light push could topple it, what would rain do to it, or wind?" Sandy said in a lecturing manner as if he had done so several times before.
"So?! What's your point? I'll just rebuild it if it breaks!" Daz said a bit too loudly. He was getting needlessly agitated and his body was heating up as his blood started pumping wildly.
"Calm down, kiddo. I wanna help you," Sandy said with a shake of his head. He was acting as if he was talking to a five-year-old and Daz didn't like that at all.
"Help me how? By making fun of my hard work and putting me down? Okay, I did it wrong. I'll try again and do it better," Daz said with spite in his tone.
"Jesus Christ... you really our 'Lord'? Take a chill pill. Look, you built a piece of shit, and I happen to have been a construction worker for the past thirty-odd years, so shut up and listen to your elders. You want a rain shelter? I'll fuckin' show you how to build a rain shelter, so can it with the cheek, kiddo. We clear?" Sandy said sternly, forcing Daz's face to turn red in embarrassment.
'This bastard! But... he's right. There's no point arguing with him, is there? He's got a point. If someone with so much experience is willing to teach me... then I guess I should just shut up and listen to him,' Daz closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, he then reopened his eyes and answered Sandy.
"How do I know that you're not just pulling my leg and you were actually a white-collar worker for thirty-years, not a construction worker?" Daz asked with his scepticism in full force. He also took this opportunity to use higher identification on Sandy.
| Alistair Cliff's Status | |||
| Basic Information | |||
| Name: | Alistair Cliff | Species: | Human |
| Age: | 53 | Sex: | Male |
| Class: | NoviceFarmer | Affinity: | Lawful Neutral |
| Description | |||
| A man who has experienced much in life. He was drafted into the military at the young age of eighteen and forced to fight against his will. He was dishonourably discharged attwenty-three-years-old for attacking a commanding officer, who in his opinion, was needlessly endangering his men's lives. After returning to the states, he luckily managed to find work as a Trench Labourer. He stuck in the line of construction, and over the course of thirty years, he became a Supervisor and refused several Foreman promotion opportunities so he could still work in the construction sites and get his hands dirty. He married and had a child, but his wife passed away from cancer. He devoted his life after that to his only son. | |||
| Energies | |||
| Lifeforce: | 1000/1000 | Stamina: | 1458/1500 |
| Stats | |||
| Strength: | 40(48) | Endurance: | 30(36) |
| Fortitude: | 100(120) | Dexterity: | 50 |
| Loyalty: | Low | ||