The Coporeal Room

World: Icarus

Creator Candidate: Angelo

Level: 10

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"Ram, what exactly can I make at level 10?"

Ram, the conscious servant given to Angelo spoke in a deep rash voice, "You can branch off to a mystical beast or discover Iron."

Angelo pondered as he sat upon a massive boulder that overlooked the valley he created. The small circle were he spawned was now a small dot of the world he he had molded in the last hour. A small creak snaked through the grassy valley and disappeared into the white nothingness.

"I think Iron can wait, I do not have much intelligent beings able to handle the weight of mining."

Ram was now a sentient being next to Angelo. A crimson scaled humanoid creature with black horns and goat eyes overlooked Angelo's world. Ram was occupying a creature that Angelo created from pure imagination, even his nervous system and respiratory system were constructed with precise elegance. It was as if his creations were designed down to the cellular level.

"I also agree with your idea sir."

Ram floated closer to Angelo, the blonde haired boy wearing red robes designed by himself.

Angelo flicked his fingers as his mind was transported to a white room with walls as wide as his perception.

Ram appeared next to him with a calm gaze.

"Ram, I am going to use a sentient token for this one, I want it to be able to evolve."

Ram nodded as the servant handed a single silver coin to Angelo, the boy taking it with care.

"How many days until my first invasion?"

Ram spoke immediately, "You have exactly four days until you must invade..."

Angelo faltered for a second as he waited for his servant to finish. He annoyingly turned to Ram, "Invade whom?"

Ram scratched his scaled chin before speaking, "until you must invade the world, Um Where is My Dick."

"..."

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World: Um Where is My Dick

Creator Candidate: Leon

Level: 0

"Invade?!"

Leon gripped his temples as he took note of the counter counting down from four days in his vision. He never really noticed it until he looked to his right and a little bit higher than usual. Low and behold a counter was counting down with the words "till Invasion" on the side of it.

"Master it would be best if you were to calm down, stress is a horrific way to make matters worse."

Leon pointed in front of him, even if no one was there, "Shut the hell up, you named my world the dumbest shit ever. I'm literally done for."

Stanley put his hands up in defense, "You can change your name after level 10, so calm down Master."

The words made Leon fall to his rear again, "Okay, okay, okay."

He fumed in silence before speaking again, "What are levels?"

He asked to try and ignore the name of his World.

"Well just like a game, the more things you do to progress your world, the more experience you gain to level up in which you can add even more."

Leon sighed, letting the frustration leave his body and soul. He should easily understand most aspects as he did play videos games extensively in his free time, may it be the occasional solitaire.

"Okay then how do I level up?"

Stanley nodded proudly, "I guess it is time for us to start."

Leon guessed he already started but apparently his servant thought otherwise.

"As you level up you will be given three tokens that you can use to create something. These three tokens are a Spacial Token, Sentient Token, and a Tech Token."

Leon waited for Stanley to go on. The servant said nothing. Leon rolled his eyes, "Explain what those are individually."

"A Spacial Token allows you to create something for the world or expand the geographic features such as a mountain, valley, creek, ore, materials, forest, and anything in between. A Sentient Token allows you to create a living organism to protect, fight, nurture, or breed. Finally, a Tech Token allows you to grant intelligence, tools, and ideas to sentient creatures."

Leon soaked up the information dump with pleasure, making sure to note every aspect of each so called "token".

"You currently have one of each at the moment."

An imaginary light bulb appeared above Leon's head. "I have one of each you say?"

Stanley waited patiently for a command or question. The servant only did what he was meant to do, serve. He very rarely spoke out of line or acted differently, the few times he did mostly because of Leon's own absurdity.

"Um, give me the Spacial Token." Leon said with the fakest confidence he could muster. Out of thin air, a small copper coin appeared in front of him with a small ding noise. The copper piece fell to the grass, it being only the size of a regular quarter from Earth. Leon inspected it closely before picking it up. It had "Spacial Token," carved into the front with swirly font. Leon picked the coin up gently and turned it over. On the back a picture of a valley underneath a mountain and a forest around the base was depicted. "Woah, this is the Spacial Token?"

Stanley nodded in anxiety, unsure of what his Master might do.

"Exactly how do I use this?"

Stanley seemed to breathe in before speaking, "With a Spacial token you can create a chunk of whatever substance and make specific changes. Each chunk is exactly a mile long and a mile wide, making it a perfect square. If you want to create thing below or above the surface, another token is required."

Leon at first loved the information he was getting, but he knew soon he would run out, and he could possibly be on his own. He thought of this as a tutorial section of the game, something he usually skipped over. 'Did they usually go this slow?' Leon thought to himself. He exhaled a heavy breath, " Okay then, let's make some shit Stanley."

"Splendid Master!"

Leon dissolved into thin air, his tangible body dissipated from reality.

"Where the hell am I Stanley, did you kill me?"

Leon was know standing in a square room, the walls only ten feet apart, the white room being rather small. Leon surveyed the area as Stanley spoke, "You are in Corporeal Room, the place were you create anything and everything. This is were you spend most of your time creating."

"Hmmmmmmmmm," Leon eyed the square white box that was slightly above his belly button, a single dot on the fog like screen. It was a three dimensional outline of his world. It was like the sculptures people made of building before they were built. The circle and trees were minuscule now, Leon feeling like a giant.

Leon walked toward the walls but as he got closer to them, they were still out of his reach. A look of confusion made him take a step back, the walls retracting back toward him. Leon did not feel like hearing the explanation for that, so he hopped toward the model of his world.

"So what do I do Stan?"

"You simply create a plot of your choosing. Pull up your menu to see what you can create."

Leon acted like he pulled something out of his pocket. He looked at his hands sarcastically.

Stanley rolled his eyes, "Say menu..."

Leon thanked the servant and proceeded to speak, "Menu"

As he spoke the words, a white screen pieced together in front of him, three tabs opening up like a video game.

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Level:

Spacial List

-Dirt/earth worms/ and slight minerals

-Stone/coal/mushrooms

-custom

Sentient List

-slime

-butterflies

-custom

Tech List

-simple spear

-wheel

-custom

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Leon tried to focus on just the Spacial List but his gaze fell upon the rest. Scanning each line of letters with precision. Thoughts popped in his head as the words "custom" stuck out to him.

"Hey Stanley, what is custom?"

"Custom is the ability to create it based on your imagination."

Leon quickly clicked custom and an out line of a square appeared. The circle he started in, perfectly in the center. He thought of his old life, the one back on earth, and the image of his hometown came into view. He was with his beagle, Marley, and they pranced playfully in a field of sunflowers that tickled his lower thighs.

The square was overlapped with dirt, identical to Earth. Leon naturally waved his hand over the square and the dirt became a lush green, matching the green of the grass he woke up in. After the square was filled up, he waved his hand over it again and yellow dots appeared across the surface. There was now a flat plane of yellow sunflowers that also settled with the trees. He admired his work, recreating a vague idea of his memory into his work.

"Not half bad Master, almost amazing in fact."

Leon stared at the sunflowers, time ticking by as he did. After a full minute of wondering eyes, he pinched the air above a certain patch of sunflowers. Slowly moving his pinched fingers upward, the ground rose as well. A small hill was now present, the bulge awkwardly standing out. Leon grunted before making more grooves in the land of sunflowers, even going as far as to create a slight hole in the earth just around the trees. He was literally playing God, crafting the world to his liking. It was as if he already knew the hand gestures to create the features. In fact he even knew the chemical make up of the air, the dirt, the rocks he spread around the area, the trees, and even the sunflowers. It was as if all the knowledge was easy to soak in and apply to his liking. He caught himself with his hands down, the square he created quite beautiful to the eye. Leon watched as everything looked so real. He created every single aspect of the land, making him feel calm and relaxed.

"Holy Fuck Stan?!"

Stanley smiled like a proud father, "You see Master, you are perfect for this. That feeling is something few will ever be able to experience, you truly are a God."

Leon started crying, for some odd reason he felt overwhelmed.

"This is amazing..."

He whispered under his breath, the power of creating crashing down on him. Being a God was more emotional than he ever hoped.

After composing himself and standing up from his knees, he snapped his fingers, "Create it Stanley."

"Yes Master."

WOOSH

Leon was back in the middle of his circle. He waited in silence, a familiar scent filling his nose. A smile crept onto his face as he took off in a full sprint. he leaped into the sunflowers and a foot was placed in the hole he created. Leon face planted against the dirt, sunflowers crumpling underneath his weight.

"Master?"

"Never speak of this again Stanley, or I will ignore you forever."

"Noted..."

Leon still stared at the dirt, an imprint of his nose in the soil. He did not feel pain but seeing his creation change angered him. He exhaled before turning over and staring at the blinding white sky.

"Master do you want to create an organism?"

Leon laughed for the first time in "God" knows how long.

"Sure"