Suddenly, a purple cloud of miasma appeared around Delson. As it began to fade, he looked around and saw a bluish white ground spreading out in all directions, flat as could be. The sky, if you could even call it a sky was black as a starless night. Somehow, it wasn't dark even though there was no obvious light source. Suddenly, grey wisps of smoke started appearing around Delson. These puffs of smoke quickly morphed into creatures of all sorts. There were wolves, bears, badgers, and more. It didn't stop there either, Delson could see dragons, wyverns, a few sphinxes, and more mythological creatures as well. Thousands of creatures were appearing around him as he looked around himself. He suddenly noticed something new, though. He could see their levels, which ranged from level 1 all the way to level 20 towards the back!
[Don't tell me I need to fight them all right? Not all at once at least?] As Delson was observing, he noticed that the creatures nearest towards him were definitely aggroed on to him but only up to level 5 or so. The rest seemed to view him as a waste of their time. [Okay, maybe this won't be so bad. If I have a decent rifle, I'll take these things out no problem.] Delson pictured a plasma rifle in his mind, and suddenly, one appeared. It was of simple design looking similar to a P90 but had a display that showed a percentage for the ammunition. On the grip, there was a release to drop the battery cell for the plasma energy. Delson pictured a belt of battery cells that appeared in his off hand, but instead of exactly what he was expecting, he got a belt with only 3 battery cells and 17 empty loops for more cells. [OF COURSE!!! MATCH ME UP AGAINST OVER 1000 ENEMIES AND GIVE ME ONLY FOUR POWER CELLS FOR MY RIFLE.] Delson seethed with anger. Tossing the belt over his head and onto his torso, he pulled out his dagger. Plasma rifle in his right hand and dagger in his left he charged into the crowd of creatures around him. Plasma bolts flashing out into and through the creatures, killing several dozen in front of him at a time and his dagger flashing out as creatures got too close to him, killing them in a strike or two.
[Pull of the trigger here, knife to the throat there, tendon strike here, plasma blast there. I got this] Just as Delson was getting a solid grasp of the fighting, he pulled the trigger to blast a wolf away only to find out he had no charge left. "FUCK YOU, WOLF" screamed Delson as he threw the plasma rifle directly at the wolf's muzzle. As it struck Delson remembered the belt across his torso. He reached down and pulled out one of the battery cells for the plasma rifle, dashing forward low to the ground dagger pointed in front of him, he ran straight into the wolf killing it as his dagger plunged deep into the poor creatures gullet. He snatched the rifle back and smacked the release with the side of his fist. As the cell fell to the ground he pushed in the new battery cell. The rifle hummed back to life as he swung his hand around to face his back and unleash a barrage of bolts to the creatures that were closing in on his backside. Reaching down he yanked his dagger out of the gullet of the wolf and charged to his left hacking, slashing and blasting his way through the crowd of creatures. It seemed that no matter how many fell, they just kept coming. A never-ending siege, one man versus thousands. Delson didn't know if he would see tomorrow. As he fought tooth and nail for his very life, memories of his past began to assault him.
Memories of his youth when he was but a child, of the pain he suffered from his mother and his father. He remembered the closet he was forced to live in, the joke of a soup for dinner, the chains in the basement he would be shackled with when his mere existence offended his parents. The boy they never wanted, the child who ruined their freedom, the blot on their perfect life. Until one day, they realized he had a talent, a very special talent. The ability to convince people to give him money for little in return. The perfect conman. Delson knew how to make people open their wallets and practically throw fistfuls of cash at his ideals. He had a knack for smooth talking people into his schemes. The perfect salesman, in the body of a child.
Remembering the past and how his parents treated him, Delson felt his anger surge higher, stronger, craving the destruction of his enemies. Heat began to radiate off his body, and white flecks of light appeared on the edge of his vision. His veins began to expand as his heart circulated his blood faster and faster. His strength became even greater. He laid waste to the creatures around him. no longer just using the rifle and the dagger, He headbutted, kicked, punched, and stomped them to a pulp. He fought for what felt like an eternity. After a while, the anger left him, and the energy faded into oblivion.
Falling to his knees, he looked up to see a wasteland of blood, bone, guts, and flesh all around him. Nothing was alive, but him, he massacred all those creatures. Death was all that was left. Panting as he looked around, he took it all in. [I am alive? I faced thousands of creatures and lived to tell the tale?]
*Punishment is completed*
*Initializing teleportation*
*teleporting in 3... 2... 1...*
The miasma returned and enveloped Delson.
[It's over. I wonder what will come of this?]