Phalanx's Drabbles

A Reaper In OPM

The rainforest was a quiet place, this deep in it's foliage. Nature dominated these parts, untouched by no sane man. It was a window to a world devoid of humanity, of the clear and pure dominance of the natural world. And thus, it was peaceful; the birds shrilled, the frogs croaked, and all the others contributed to it's beautiful symphony.

A symphony that was promptly shattered by a low boom throughout the area.

A young girl stood upon it's epicenter, looking bewilderedly at her smoking, gloved fist. She glanced, ashen-faced, to the visceral smear on the ground before her—what was once the top-half of a humanoid, monster-like being. Only it's legs remain.

Assaulted with all the new sensations before her, the shaken young girl said the only thing she thought appropriate to her situation.

"What the fuck!?"

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"Fuck!"

This singular word did not encompass the breadth of his emotions, nor did it gave him any kind of levity. It was more out of reflex, really. The jumbled cries of a former man as he suddenly, and inexplicably, found himself in a situation none could envy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, shitty, shitty, fuckity shit!"

That raised a higher bar than normal, but it was still not enough to uncoil the cavalcade of emotions currently in his gut.

He was promptly torn out of his musings by a slight gust of wind, before a gigantic claw made of dark-brown chitin impacted at his former position, only briefly touching his black frilly skirt and tights before retreating to it's insectoid master. The rainforest shook with the force behind it, leaving it deathly silent.

Yes, you heard that right.

Damian, as that was his former name before all of... this happened, never thought that picking a girl character in his latest playthrough of Rlcraft would come to bite him back in this way. He liked the design on it, damnit!

It was both elegant yet not gaudy. It was simple yet beautiful. The colors also fit the aesthetic he was going for.

Short black hair with red highlights arranged in a bobcut. Doe-like gray, almost silver eyes. A puffy black sweater-shirt that ended just below her elbows, which then tapered into dark crimson gloves with black embroidery of wilted flowers on them. A small black, frilly skirt that did not reach his (?) knees; white socks that almost did, and a pair of formerly pristine mary janes.

All in all, he looked pretty cute for a goth girl. And no doubt some college fratboys would try to hit on her if he was back in America with this body.

However, this interpretation of her strength was shallow at best. At first glance, she looked like a normal teenage goth girl, if a little bit more on the beautiful side than most. In fact, she looked more like a certain idol from a certain media franchise, than someone that could be of any significant harm. However, this was Earth physique. Minecraft, and it seems this new place as well, had different rules. In RLcraft, you could improve yourself and unlock the more potent items if you grind hard enough to reach an upgrade in your various statuses. The L-Menu, as Damien had called it, was also a key factor in improving his strength. Although it chugs EXP like a glutton, it gives marginally better bonuses as it was passive and more powerful than the Proficiency skills.

This, combined with his baubles and the armor hidden in her inner layers of clothing (Thank God for cosmetic mods. Also, he was not going to think about how his enchanted dragonsteel armor had somehow fit into these clothes.) made him a veritable juggernaut on the battlefield. Like his own little Malenia clone, darting and slashing across the battlefield before the enemy could even see her. This was the reality from the game's perspective; a weak, nearly inconsequential teenage girl that died again and again to a near-immortal demi-god that killed hundreds of formidable demons like they were a light breakfast.