Work

He was confused. Wood was on ground. Wood had never gone on ground before. Chop wood, move progress bar, chop more for sacrifice, never wood on ground. He picked it up and it disappeared. He still had it, somehow, somewhere. Inventory? What did that mean?

He didn’t think about it anymore, he just chopped and picked up. Inventory sounded like boss thing; he would ask small pretty thing after chopping.

He was having fun chopping. Felt good to chop for something pretty, something that gave him his own pretty wood. He chopped and picked up, chopped more and picked up, then he chopped and picked up and it didn’t disappear.

Inventory full, clear space or increase inventory size

He didn’t try to understand it, that was boss work. He walked back, small angry pretty thing was smart, was boss, understand was her work.

“UGH! Stupid merchant. Fuck that miserable cock-sucking shit.” Pretty thing was yelling. He liked the yelling, made small thing easy to find.

“Helped.” He said as he came up to her, dropped piece of wood in hand on ground. Small angry thing picked it up, it disappeared.

“Is that it? You went and brought back one piece of wood?”

“More.”

There was a pause. “More as in you have more or you need to go back and get more?”

“More, in-ven-toe-ry.”

“By the rainbow you don’t even know how to access your own inventory?”

He smiled, she did know about inventory. She was good boss.

“Yes, more wood, in-ven-toe-ry.”

“If stupid could kill. . .” Small pretty angry boss said.

Boss took time, teach about inventory, yell and curse, both gods and orc. He liked her yell, it was soft and pretty, not like orc yell. Even poisoned once, but not too bad. He could drop wood and boss pick up now.

“Chop more wood?”

“Yeah, whatever, go for it, just leave me alone.” Boss looked tired.

He turned to walk into wood.

“Wait stupid.” Boss yelled, she called him name now, he felt special. “I have something I need you to do. Here, take this.”

Boss handed him funny looking axe, pointed, not for chopping, but boss gave so he took it.

Stonecutting skill is too low to use this tool.

It disappeared, he knew it was in inventory, boss taught him that.

“Okay, now come to the cave and hit the wall.” Small thing said.

He walked with her to cave, punched wall, nothing.

“Shit, that fucking pig of a merchant was right. FUCK!”

Cherry Fairy is recruiting you to be her minion, do you wish to join Cherry Fairy’s faction
Yes – No

He looked at boss.

“Well?” She asked, tiny hands on tiny hips.

“You want hit wall more?” He asked her. Her face turned red, like face of captain when angry.

“NO YOU FUCKING IMBECILIC PILE OF MUSCLE, ANSWER THE DAMN PROMPT YOU SHIT BRAINED FUCK!”

“Answer?” he asked. Answer prompt did not sound like woodcutter work.

Little angry pretty boss’s pretty blue skin was turning red, her pink hair was pointing up.

“AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

Boss took breaths. He waited, sometimes even boss’s needed time to think.

“Okay, alright,” she said. “the prompt is asking if you want to be my minion.”

“Minion?” He didn’t know minion, he knew soldier, woodcutter, captain. . .

She breathed forcefully and long, her hair turned brighter pink.

“Minion means you work. Would you like to work for me?” She said angrily but slowly.

“Work for pretty angry small boss.” He said, banging his fist on his chest.

“Okay, then you need to choose Yes on the prompt.” She said, tiny fists shaking.

He looked back at the prompt, found the yes.

You have joined a new faction, old faction ties erased.
You have chosen a liege, new abilities and traits unlocked.

“By the rainbow I thought he’d never. . .” Small pretty angry thing’s hair turned back to normal pink. “Okay, you stupid orc, hit the damn wall.”

He punched the wall. Progress bar appeared. He smiled and punched the wall again. It moved again, a tiny bit, but it moved.

“Can you use the pickaxe I gave you?” She asked him.

“Pointy axe?”

“Sure, the pointy axe,” she replied. “it’s for mining stone.”

“No use, inventory.” He knew about inventory now. He was good minion. He pulled it out, just like small, angry boss had shown him.

“Need skill, no use.” He said after reading message.

“Scum sucking rotten assed dick sniffing merchant!” boss yelled.

He punched the wall again. He liked the progress bar, it meant he was working, doing something. It felt really good.

*ding*

“What was that?” She asked.

He looked at boss. He didn’t know what that was.

“Shit, you just levelled up stone cutting.” She stared at him, almost like looking through him. Boss continued, her voice softer, almost mechanical. “Orc laborer, strength, dex, HA! No wonder you’re so dumb, nice endurance though, appearance, weird. Okay, there we are, damn, okay, so you get boosted crafting experience and speed, and again when working for your faction.”

Boss looked at him, hovering in air, close to him. She put her tiny hand on her little hip and looked at him. His face felt like fire. Boss was small and angry, and very, very pretty. His heart beat fast and his pants felt slightly tighter.

“You know, you may be dumb, but you are definitely useful, and apparently loyal and submissive. I can work with that.” She said.

He forgot to punch the wall, he just stared back at boss, he had never been this close to her before. His face felt hot, her legs and stomach and wings and. . .

“You okay, there?” She asked.

He just turned and punched the wall, hard and fast.

Boss laughed. “You might actually be worth something after all.”

He punched and punched; a few times he heard the ding sound and boss would smile or say nice thing to him. It made him want to punch harder. Progress bar moved, boss was happy, he was happy. No, he was more than happy, he was helping. It was the best feeling he had ever felt.