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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine. Recruits.
🕑 Added 2021-09-06 12:02:06 +0000 UTC"Oh, these are good," Eddi was eating his french fries one by one.
"You should try dipping them in ketchup," Eric advised, "but not in the car," he added.
Their trip through the drive-through had been painless, with Bob ordering a large order of fries for himself and a large vanilla milkshake for Monroe. That particular event, Bob knew from past experience, was best conducted in an environment where the floor was easy to mop up afterward.
"This looks interesting but a little messy," Eddi observed as he opened the box containing his Big Mac. It appeared that the employees putting the burger together had felt that it was best to provide a miniature side salad by means of stuffing the container with shredded iceberg lettuce.
Bob popped a fry in his mouth and closed his eyes, savoring the taste. He knew that french fries weren't good for him, but they'd been a favorite of his as a child. It was always the last thing the cafeteria had dumped out, so it was the freshest food he'd been able to find in the trash, and they usually had enough in there to fill him up.
McDonald's fries were, to Bob, the pinnacle of french fry evolution. Tier seven fries, as opposed to the tier four fries he'd had in school.
"Stars above," Eddi moaned through his first bite of his Big Mac. At least that's what Bob thought he'd said; it was a little muffled.
"Yeah," Bob agreed, "while Thayland is my home now, one of the very few things I wouldn't mind importing from Earth is the food." He sighed and shook his head, "I spent most of my life here eating bland, tasteless food. I always thought that one day I'd have the means to try new things and branch out."
"We need to get this recipe for Kevin," Eddi had swallowed his first bite and was now much easier to understand, "and this 'Shake,' which doesn't make sense," he continued, "because it doesn't shake at all, and it's so thick that you can't really shake it, but it's so good."
"I'll order in Chinese later tonight," Eric offered, "I doubt you'll have had anything like it before, but it's delicious."
"Thanks, I love trying new things," Eddi replied excitedly, experimentally dipping a fry in a dollop of Big Mac sauce and nodding in approval at the combination. "How did you pay for this anyway? You just handed her a little hard sheet of metal?"
"Plastic, actually," Eric corrected him as he turned onto I-5. Bob suspected the only reason he wasn't flooring it was the open food containers and his meticulously clean upholstery.
"Most people don't carry their currency around with them," Bob explained, "we give it a group of people to hold onto it for safekeeping, and we carry around little cards that are constantly kept updated with how much we have available, kind of like the way the Adventurers Guild keeps up to date with the other branches, except it's constantly happening."
"When we want to buy something, we hand the person selling it our card, and they send a signal to the bank, which are the people who keep our currency for us, and the move that much money from our account to the person we're buying something from," Bob finished.
Eddi had been chomping through his Big Mac like a shark at a surfer's convention. He swallowed and wiped his mouth on one of the napkins. "That's a pretty neat idea; it's because you didn't have spatially expanded bags, huh?"
"Something like that," Eric chuckled, "you should try dipping a french fry into the shake."
Eddi looked at his few remaining fries and then at his shake, which was about half full. He tentatively dipped a fry down into it, pulling it up carefully, having recognized that Eric was very protective of his car.
His eyes widened. "Earth has the best food," he mumbled.
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Bob helped unload the beer, carrying it into the kitchen, where the pile quickly overflowed the counter and became a tower in front of it.
"So," Bob looked over at Eric, "how much do the people you messaged know?"
"I told them I was celebrating and sent them a selfie of me flexing both arms," Eric said, popping the top on a cold beer. "I told them to keep quiet about it, and I'd tell them about a new treatment when they got here."
Bob grimaced. All it would take is for someone to put that photo up on social media. Eric laughed at his expression, "Dude, everyone is going to think it's a new prosthetic of some sort," he chuckled, "no one is going to think that I've actually got a new arm," he finished with a shake of his head.
"I know I shouldn't worry, but I can't help but feel like if the wrong people found out, they'd try to lock me away, and when I escaped, they'd cancel me, smear my name so badly that I'd lose any chance I have of getting things moving," he shook his head, "part of me wants to just throw back the curtain to get things snowballing more quickly, but I know that's the wrong move as well, as I can't support that many people yet."
He let out a long sigh. "I don't know where I'm going to put all of these marines as it is," he admitted, "even if you sleep in shifts, I don't have enough beds."
Eric didn't look concerned. "I can hit a surplus store and grab some tents and cots," he replied, "we're Marines, Bob," he grinned, "a tent and a cot is downright luxurious."
"You'll probably have to; I don't think I'll be able to build a barracks very quickly," he conceded.
Eric nodded as he pulled out his phone again. "I can put together an order and have it ready to pick up," he said, "although we'll need to have a few trucks to go get it, but I'm pretty sure we'll have enough transportation."
"On that note, I think we need to consider maybe having the people I heal go pick up the next batch?" Bob suggested. "Dave and Amanda only have so much space in their driveway, and while I can open a portal to allow people to drive through to Thayland, once they're there, we have the problem of needing to park a bunch of cars, none of which are useful."
"That's what I was planning," Eric acknowledged, "although I'm going to have to ask you let me bring my Baby through at some point," he added.
The sound of a honking horn blared out from the driveway. Eric headed out the door, while Bob decided to remain seated. He wasn't going to cast regeneration in the driveway again.
Eddi was reading the player's handbook carefully.
"This is Bob," Eric introduced him to a group of three men. One of them had a prosthetic leg, another had an eyepatch, and the third didn't have a visible disability.
"He's the magic man; give him a handshake for two minutes," Eric grinned.
"Russell," the man with the prosthetic leg introduced himself, reaching out to shake Bob's hand. Bob put one hand in his satchel, calling a hundred mana crystals from his inventory, and began ritually casting regenerate.
"Not going to lie, holding hands with a stranger feels a little weird," Russel directed that comment over his shoulder.
"He's a handsome one Russell, figured he'd be right up your alley," the man with the eyepatch jibed.
"Fuck you, Jake," Russell replied good-naturedly, "I love pussy, just ask your sister."
"I don't wanna hear that," Jake protested, "it's bad enough seeing you at the family table on the holidays," he griped.
"You start playing D&D, Eric?" the last man asked hopefully. "I've got a pretty good group going on Saturday nights; you're more than welcome to join."
"Shit, Robbie, you know we only played when we were in the sandbox because we had fuck all else to do," Jake grumbled.
"I don't know about that, I enjoyed it," Russell said, "I'm just too far away to make the drive."
"These two are clearly fellow geeks," Robbie gestured towards Eddi and the Bob, "talk about getting into character," he grinned. "Or are you two larpers?" Robbie asked.
"What's a larper?" Eddi asked hesitantly.
"What kind of geek are you?" Jake asked, "you're losing your geek cred."
Russell groaned, "That was awful," he told Jake.
"Hey, I'll have you know I'm very punny," Jake replied with a grin.
Russell gasped in surprise and staggered backward, hopping on one foot, "Shit, shit!" he yelped as he scrambled for the straps on his prosthetic leg.
Jake moved forward to support him, as all three men watched in awe as the prosthetic leg clattered to the floor. His stump split apart, bone shooting out to form his knee, then twisting down further, all while tendons, ligaments, veins, arteries, and muscle layer on top of it, with skin running down over the exposed tissue like thick paint.
"The fuck?!?" Jake breathed in awe as Russell carefully put his foot on the ground, wriggling his toes, his eyes wide.
"Congratulations, you are now the new owner of one left leg," Bob said, wondering why it was that no one ever laughed at his jokes. He'd thought he was getting better at them. "Next?" Bob gestured towards Jake.
"Woah, woah, hold the fuck up," Jake said, "what the fuck?"
Russell reached down and rubbed his leg gently.
"Your world has to be hard," Eddi observed from across the table, "you just have to live with those kinds of injuries," he shook his head.
"Our world?" Robbie asked, tearing his eyes away from Russell's newly grown leg.
"So," Eric spoke up, glaring at Eddi, who appeared entirely unaware that he'd done anything wrong, "Bob here got blown into another dimension, where magic is real. That event triggered the process of magic becoming activated in our universe, which is going to have the side effect of spawning tons of crazy high-level monsters." He drew in a deep breath and continued, "which means we need to level up so we can save everyone, which means going back to this other world and killing monsters."
He looked over at Bob. "Does that pretty much cover it?"
"Less rather than more, but you got the highlights," Bob replied. "Long story short, monsters are going to appear, huge ones, and they won't disappear for a hundred and ten days, and no, don't ask about that number," he warned, "once they're gone, there will be monsters running around, but they won't be anything that the people who've leveled up over on the other world won't be able to handle."
"We've got about a year and a half to save as many people as we can," Bob continued, "you can assume that anyone left behind will die. The world where we will be taking refuge has a very small population, and without magic, there is no way we could manage, but that magic comes at a price," he held up a mana crystal.
"This is a mana crystal. They coalesce from the bodies of monsters you've slain, and it took me one hundred of them to regrow your leg, which is, for me, about three hours of non-stop monster slaughter. I need billions, maybe even trillions of these to build the housing and infrastructure necessary to house even a fraction of the Earth's population, and even then, I'll be putting people into magical stasis and stacking them up like bricks," he shook his head. "That's where you come in. I need people who will kill monsters, eight hours a day, every day so that we can save as many people as possible," Bob explained, "which means leaving Earth behind."
"Eric," he nodded to the marine, "told me that what I needed were marines and that he knew some who would be willing to come over and help if healed their wounds."
"So, are you willing?" Bob asked.
The three men looked at each other for a brief second, then turned their attention back to Bob. As one, they boomed, "Oorah!"
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"Not that I'm complaining," John, the owner, and proprietor of John's Army/Navy Surplus, said, "but what the hell are you going to do with a thousand fuckin' cots?"
"We're having a reunion," Eric explained, "we figured on having a couple of hundred drunk marines camping out in the desert for a couple of nights, but people messaged a friend from this company or that, and the next thing you know we aren't sure how many people are going to show up."
"Damn, I'd ask for an invitation, but I'm taking the wife and kids to Yosemite this weekend," John grumbled as he continued to hand up the cots.
"Yeah, it's not gonna be family-friendly, you know how it is after half a dozen beers," Eric grinned.
John snorted, "Don't I ever," he replied with a grin of his own.
They'd been loading the U-Haul Eric had rented for the better part of half an hour, falling into easy conversation. John had spent twelve years in the Army, and they both had stories to swap.
Eric had spent the last three hours practicing his speech, and he was feeling much more confident in his explanation of what Bob needed.
He'd learned the hard way that Bob shouldn't interact with people. Once he'd pulled his cat out his inventory, and the marines had watched the overly enthusiastic super-sized fluffer make a complete disaster of the kitchen floor in his efforts to devour a milkshake, it had become clear that the best way to introduce people to Bob, was to introduce them to his cat first.
Mike had mentioned that the dude's work had been stolen from him for years, and he'd been sort of an anti-social cat-lady, but Eric had never met someone as spectacularly bad at human interaction as Bob was.
Eddi, who was clearly the Thayland equivalent of an uber-geek, and from another universe, who lacked context for most references in any conversation, was still more personable than Bob.
He stacked the last cot and started strapping them to the walls of the truck.
"If you end up doing this again, shoot me a text," John said, handing a business card to him, "I'll bring some extra beer."
"Will do," Eric replied, shaking his hand before he closed the door to the truck and headed back to Dave and Amanda's. They also needed a better place to come back to Earth, the neighbors had to be wondering what was going on. The desert might not be a bad idea, he mused. Be a little harder to get people out there, but you could gather a lot more people at once.
He shook his head. He'd talk it over with the guys who were volunteering to do pickup duty.
Comments
Richard Reid
Depends on what date it falls on, waves are more influenced by lunar mechanics, where as tides are planetary alightments.
Chris Mantakounis
That raises a second question. How close is the next wave? Nothing says it can't be one days after this wave ends. The being that brought mana over didn't check to make sure he wasn't coming in the middle of a cycle or anything.
David Talpos
So whats the tier of the world mean? Higher tier means lower level monsters?
Morton
Thanks you!
Richard Reid
Monsters will spawn for ten days, as it is a tier ten world. Monsters will disappear after existing for a number of days equal to their level (so 100 for the heckin' chonkers). After 110 days, the tide will be over, with the last of the big boys disappearing, leaving only the normal monster issues seen on the surface of a tier ten world, which are mostly level 1-10 monsters, with naturally occurring Dungeons spitting out higher-level monsters as they build up mana.
Morton
Can someone remind me the importance of 110 days? I know that's how long the wave is supposed to last but other than "110 days, which is oddly specific," I've heard repeated a few times I'm not sure of the significance of it......?
Scott Frederiksen
Awesome! Now I'm caught up and awaiting more glory of the fur.
Mr. Bigglesworth
Just hit a National Park if anything like that is in the area, Vets get into those free, and if the caretakers are also vets, even better ones with disabilities, the secret isn't hard to keep. Best of all the price keeps curious people out, and if that doesn't work the caretaker can use more legal yet lethal methods of persuasion.
Andrew
Thank you!
Richard Reid
This was exactly the image I wanted to convey π
Nate D.
warehouse would mean paper trail Most veterans have Free access to public land (think forest preserves and such) - where showing up with "camping / shooting / hiking" gear would be easily explainable for the first few months. At least if they kept taking vehicles out of the area they would be.
You fool, Warren is dead!
Bob and his crew should rent a huge ass warehouse and conduct departures from there.
Bunny Waffles
I'm currently imagining an enormous cat, just laying happily in the middle of a tile floor, milkshake coating everything insight, including the bits of the cat that he wasn't able to lick himself clean.
Hamed Al-Ghamdi
Mwahahahaha
Hamed Al-Ghamdi
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