Chapter 3 — The Discarded, Half-Eaten Apple Core New Life

What the hell? I knew all Apocalypse stories must have asshole aliens, but this… I had mixed feelings.

Sightless for who knew how long, I finally “saw” some light. It was all in my mind’s eye, but the blue screens were the only thing in a sea of blackness. I’ll spare my dear readers from the actual blue rectangles. Just imagine them, as I was imagining… or perhaps hallucinating at the time. Also, please try not to hallucinate. It is not salutary.

Naming myself. What was my name when I was alive? I’d forgotten. Look, let me say it for the last time. I spent a lot of time as a half-eaten, rotting apple core. In a landfill. I had the brainpower of an apple seed pod. So… I’ll leave you guys to decide my name in the comments section. Highest-voted suggestion by tomorrow wins the prize.

And now let me fix the fourth wall, just a moment.

“Skip my naming.”

A helpful Grey alien appeared in my mind’s eye. It smiled, didn’t blink its humongous (as compared to its body) eyes, and waved with a hand that had three fingers ending in suckers.

“Skip, may I call you Skip? Greetings, I’m the Class selection assistant. Let’s pick your Class, shall we?”

“Oh, God, please kill me.” My thoughts were projected out loud.

“We understand your distress. Your world has been invaded by the Infernali and almost everyone you knew and loved is dead. It is okay to despair but you need to be strong and kill lots of Infernali, or they will annex your planet and you’ll be, in the words of your own kind, ‘thoroughly fucked’.”

It tapped a sucker against its sallow cheek. “Though I must say, the Infernali doesn’t like to eat fruit, so your brethren is mostly safe. You must be very lucky to be an apple and not a human!”

Then I died of cringe. Not really.

“What is a Class? Is it like our RPG games?”

“Exactly. Our emissary, Gygax, did a wonderful job of preparing you for the Infernali invasion. Now, I see you only have half the Attributes and a very special classification. Dungeon Core… Dungeon Core, Dungeon Core, Dungeon Core, ah, here.”

It snapped its fingers.

“Okay, you can do it,” the Grey mumbled to itself. “My first custom Class. Yeah, no need to be nervous. Files on Dungeons… internet. Oh, here. Lots of Dungeon Core books. Divine Dungeon series, Dungeon World series, Lewd… no, not that one. Must keep it PG-13 or the boss will kill me. Man, this guy Jonathan Brooks did a lot of them. Bunker Core… High rated. I think I’ll need to read all of these. Traveling Dungeon, Dungeon Heart… This is going to take a while.”

I bet those were all good books to read. Too bad I no longer had an Amazon subscription. If I had, I could read those and support nice authors.

“There’s nothing on electronics dungeons. Okay, what can we do? Let me get some books on electronics, and here it is. I think I found the right thing for you.”

The Gray vanished, leaving me alone. I thought, “status”.

Intelligence

Wisdom

Will

Clarity

Hardness

Dungeon Mana

Substance

The effects of the Attributes were based on percentiles. I was now 20% smarter and wiser than your average apple core dungeon. With a sample size of one, it was hard to measure how smart I was. But thinking was easier. Remembering things was also easier though it did nothing to restore the memories of my past self.

But the greatest change was the Dungeon Domain. It cast my five senses in a sphere around me, reaching 20 feet in all directions.

Oh, the horror.

I would retch and throw up if half-eaten apple cores could. I was in a landfill that got swallowed up by an earthquake crevice. Rotten garbage was everywhere. Worms, maggots, mutated mice, I could see and feel everything. Smell and taste, too. Not to mention hear.

Along with my new senses, I also gained a sense of wanting. Especially a deep Hunger. I wished for everything to vanish. My Dungeon powers started to absorb the inert matter around me, starting with the foulest chemicals. My Dungeon Mana and Substance started to fill up, and my Hunger was abated.

Hours later, everything that tasted or smelled funny was gone. Then I realized the mistake I made. The landfill matter shifted and fell as objects literally disappeared. The rats scuttled, and the worms and maggots wriggled. Most of the creatures who couldn’t escape were crushed as the castle of cards (actually garbage) crushed everything.

Myself included.

Perhaps I was tackling this the wrong way. No, I was definitely going about this the wrong way. Think, Skip. Goddammit, that wasn’t my name! My name is Skip! No, I mean, Mr. Neming! I give up.

Being hurt, as one could imagine, hurt. My Core was cracked and I was aching something monstrously. I dumped all my free points into Hardness.

Intelligence

Wisdom

Will

Clarity

Hardness

Armor went up to 9, which should give me a 45% damage reduction. Onward to become invulnerable. My Resources also improved.

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I did nothing as I gave my predicament some thought. My mistake was to go straight for the prize without securing my location first. What I needed was to establish my Dungeon, then clear it up. With my Wisdom score of 36, I tried to find the walls of the crevice. No such luck. I could sense some rocks and stones, but not the walls.

Also, the disgusting smell and taste were back. Eww. Eww. I had no other choice but to endure it.

Slowly, I started removing the liquids. Maggot Juice, maggot innards. That gave me enough Substance points to start Replicating stone. I carefully replaced the garbage underneath me with a sheet of polished stone. It pressed down on the garbage below and I halted. Okay, still not the optimal approach.

Perhaps I should use my Skill? Oh, god, my brain was as dumb as a brainless rotten crystallized fruit.

I used Engineering. My mind went into hyper-focus and I could imagine shapes and spaces and geometric lines. It was like I had CAD software installed in my brain. I added the information from my Domain and then started to plan. I needed a floor, then walls, then a roof. My rationale was that if I was in a cube of… a sphere made out of stone, four feet in diameter, I would always be two feet away from the wall, making my fall that less serious. The sphere could fall and crack all it wanted. Dungeon Automation should repair it and I had a hunch that Dungeon walls were very tough. I mean, they used to be in the books, right?

Yeah, let’s do this. Replicate stone, a thin layer around me. Start the sphere, add some prongs to support and distribute the weight, It started to look like one of those old undersea mines. I absorbed the garbage in the way and kept making a thin stone shell.

This time, the garbage just shifted and settled slightly. And… finished. The sphere was complete. The stone was only eight of an inch thick but now that it was complete, I would add more material to it. The first thing to go was the garbage inside the sphere. I cleaned it up really nicely, converting the matter into more stone and thickening my shell. Then I extended the prongs all the way, making them thicker too. It was now a four feet sphere with thirty-four long stone prongs in all directions.

All this weight pressed on the garbage and my sphere slowly sank to the bottom. The prongs helped and though some of them broke, I was tossed to and fro inside my sphere, noticing the first flaw in my plan. I had nothing to counter sideways movement.

I was still not putting my A-game forward. Time to improve.