Ethel_Imaginations

The Apocalypse descended as the world turned into a game. And while everyone panicked, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with my eyes.

[Logging into the Game Master’s Account!]

And my ‘oh-so-average’ destiny, changed into ‘is this a cheat life?’ Kind of destiny.

[Would you like to Create a Skill? GM Points will be consumed!]

While others struggled to kill a single goblin, I was searching for stronger monsters. While they were happy with getting even a random weak skill, I was customizing what kind of skills I needed. Even my Talents and Gifts can be customised. The only limit was my imagination.

Heck, even the hidden quests that people would trigger randomly were present in front of me even before the scenario began. 

It wasn’t fair by any means. But isn’t that how life is already?

[Would you like to make changes to the quests in the next scenario? GM Points will be consumed!]

Is this how an apocalypse is supposed to be? I don’t know. I just tried following the script in front of everyone while trying out my cheat in hindsight. Don't get me wrong with the ‘pig eating tiger’ kind of thing. I just don’t like attention. I would rather stay with two trusted friends than with 10 fake ones.

[Would you like to Initiate a Custom quest for the Players? GM Points will be consumed!]

And for the players who were bullying the ‘weak’ me. One may even wonder how they ended up losing half of their stats and skills in a randomly triggered impossible type of quest. 

Fate can be truly scary, you know? 

One must always be careful of it.

The Extra’s Survival: Logging into the Game Master System!

"It's bland! Blergh!" Amber spoke, while she tried to finish the bite that she took out of that butterscotch ice cream. Looking at her face, I smiled a bit before using a bit of my energy to improve the taste of the ice cream before I spoke,

She looked at me with a slight doubtful expression before she took another bite. Her eyes widened before she took another bite, enjoying the newfound flavour of that previously bland ice cream.

Amber was the first, since I looked at others' expressions, and sighed before improving their ice creams as well. And as we were walking through the park, my eyes looked at lush greenery and those colourful flowers at the sidewalk. Although I was the one responsible for this refreshing scene, all I did was merely improvised on what was already present here.

Hence, I felt more than relaxed here right now.

[Two of them!]