Level 22 nerd Teddy looked like he had aced the test as usual. I give him a nod and a congratulatory handshake as we walk down the high school halls to lunch, making sure to dodge the level 50 harpy with her dress of +3 shrieking, and her troll boyfriend. She clearly had some buffs casted onto him, and the two were usually trouble.
I wave goodbye to Teddy as I go and sit with my level 5-10 crew of humans. We all had very ordinary stats, a video game move here, a leadership buff there, but we were all pretty normal guys. I liked it that way, no competition. Just some regular old people having some regular old conversation.
I notice that our quarterback is sporting a new special move, but before I can make it out someone sits down across from me. He appears to be just like me and my friends at first, until I see his class and level contain only question marks.
“Hey, did you guys hear about the quarterback’s sweet new fake punt move?” He asks, looking straight at me.
“Uh yeah.” I say.
“How could you know that?” My friend with +2 athleticism asks. “We just practiced that before school?” The mystery man shrugs, without breaking eye contact with me.
“I know things.” His eyes narrow. “Many things.”
“James Franklin Glasgow, let’s go.” The mystery man says.
“Go where?” I look to my friends, but none of them seem to hear.
“You shall see.” He says. I look at my friends. None of them seem to think this is strange, and I need to figure out what the question marks mean.
“Where are we going?” I ask, standing up and following him out of the cafeteria.
“To the afterlife.” He says. I try to dive away from him, but I’m suddenly unable to move.
“Your friends are about to figure out that you’re suffering a lethal allergic reaction to that crabmeat sandwich you’re eating. The mods have decided to pull you before it got too painful, seeing as you’ve been good enough to beta test ‘stat vision’ for us. They’re awaiting your report on the new special ability now.”