Gotta try right.

“Okay, one more try. Strength -1 dexterity 0 stamina 2 reason 1 wisdom -1 charisma 0. Under 3 so just a warm up. I’ve got this.”

“Nerd.”

“Whatever, strength 1 dexterity 0 stamina 1 reason 2 wisdom 4 charisma 2. Wow, re-roll dexterity 3. That’s great. Not exactly what I was hoping for but really high.”

“Ga, just make a cleric. Pick a race that gets wisdom and start with a 5, you will get invited into any group as a healer.”

“Ya, that’s a good idea, I suppose, any suggestions? Sexy races that get a wisdom boost?”

“Well, there are the huge list of ones that get +1 to any, but ya there are a few that get wisdom plus another, with a -1 to something. Here have a look.” The room shifts, you are on a balcony overlooking several dozen people, most cute girls, but a few rather disturbing ones, like an octopus legged goblin.

As you look around, one of them uses one of the taller ones as a ladder and then vaults up to the balcony. It moves with the awkward grace of a contortionist. She is female, you see as she moves closer, but at a distance, more masculine, bald, deeply tanned skin, basically no fat anywhere, when she finally stands, balanced on the railing no less, you see her arms and legs are a tad longer than they should be. She has a feminine hourglass shape, sort of, her elongated form stretches the hourglass, making it less noticeable. You would think that with clothes, she could easily pass as either gender. “You should pick me. I am a fault-spawn, a union of the god created mistakes, the Asura, and a corrupted priest. Only as me can you choose an assassin of the void. I steal divine energy and use it against the foolish servants of the gods. We can kill them all.” She flicks her hands and twin arms flick out under the first pair, and all four now hold black blades of energy.

The redhead chuckles a bit, “Ya, so that’s one of the newer evil classes. Only a few are allowed on each server. If you pick it you either do the redemption arc quests, or eventually get to play as a villain, assuming you bother to do the quests. A lot of people just fuck a lot till they get board and quit. Which I’m guessing is you, given your current record as most fucked during character creation. So ya, she gives +1 dexterity and wisdom -1 reason, and of course you can pick any class and even tone down her freakyness. She is just another sample after all.”

“Sure why not.” Your vision shifts as your blank body vanishes and you shift to be in her. You instantly get a new sort of energy rush and her, your sense of balance is insane. It takes no thought for you to stand basically on your toes on the thin railing. You flick out the extra arms and blades and see both are a function of your magic reserve, as is empowering your weapons and an armor like field around you. You have a few spells, one to heal injuries, another to fire a blast of fire, plus two more choices. Plus 4 minor spells that don’t expend energy, detect magic, create water, create a spark of flame to start a fire, and one that has several ghostly or divine like tricks, like a booming voice, opening or closing doors, a cold wind, or other things of the sort. It would seem all your other choices are already done, unless you want to change them. All you need is a couple of gold in more gear or clothes.

“Um, guns instead of knives?”

The redhead says, “Ya, create ammo spell for linked summoned real guns or created loaded guns, recast to reload?”

“Real guns.” This takes one of the 2 spell slots and you flip out the arms and each holds a glowing outline of a gun.

“Starting with 4 guns is crazy. You’d have to go flint lock or derringers. I’d go 1 real, like 1911, which is bad ass and 3 magic clones of it, uses a bit more magic up front but 8 real bullets you fire sparingly and 24 magic, if a fight lasts that long you’re fucked anyway. Here look.” He hits a few buttons, first you see the 4 1911’s, really cool, but heavy. Next same thing, but 4 slimmer 9mm compact versions, still 8 bullets each, then the 4 small double barrel derringers, all .45s. He smiles, “Eh, the derringers are pretty sweet looking. If you don’t think you’ll do much combat I suppose that is fine. 8 shots then hide and reload. Plus you get the perk that you can hide 4 weapons in an extra dimensional space, and swap, so if you have 4 in hand and use it, they swap places. So you could just carry the blades and swap as needed.”

“Definitely derringers then, and the daggers.”

“Ok, your class has the **** field thing, which is 4 armor, with your dexterity that’s pretty good.”

“Ring of protection?”

“Let’s see.” He lets out a laugh. “Ya, pick your one spell, a bikini, cloak, the ring as a clit ring is actually a tiny bit cheaper, and a belt plus a coin purse and you would have 1 silver left.”

“Fuck it. Sounds good.” You look down at yourself. “Do I have to be bald?”

“No, want to change your look a bit?”

“Ya. A little shorter, so more model like than elongated freak. A bit nicer ass, oh and the accommodating thing, hmm, let’s go dark brown bob hair.” You shrink to 5’7” fill out just a bit, yet are still quite masculine. “Cool.”

“Enter the fucking game now?” He asks trying to sound mad but smiling.