Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 119 Game

Chapter 119 Game

After the operators left, silence returned to the cabin.

While waiting anxiously, only KP was lying on the table, writing and drawing on his form, humming comfortably, and throwing two dice from time to time.

After a while, there was a stack of papers on the table.

The middle-aged man who was originally hosting looked at it suspiciously for a long time, and finally couldn't help being curious, and asked, "Mr. KP, what are you doing?"

"It's just a game."

KP looked up and said, "I don't know if everyone likes to play games?"

"Huh?" Everyone looked over suspiciously.

"Anyway, it's boring, how about a tabletop role-playing game?"

KP threw the dice, copied it in his hands, and happily introduced: "This is a very popular game on the border of the dark web. Although the rules are complicated, it is not as free as other computer games. . . . as long as you try it, you will be immersed in it and cannot extricate yourself.”

"Huh?" Someone seemed to be attracted and asked, "How do you play it? Like mahjong and poker?"

"No no no, it's completely different."

KP explained patiently: "Simply speaking, through the dictation of the host, that is, me, you will get the beginning of a story.

And you need to act as an investigator, and join other investigators, participate in the story through acting and your own choices, explore the story, and finally solve the problem given by the creator, get the treasure, Or survive... Well, it's really a game that fits the current situation. "

He seemed to say something strange, but everyone ignored it in a trance, but was attracted by his description and was eager to try it.

After KP finished speaking, he asked, "How about it, everyone, do you want a hand?"

"You tell the story and we make the choice, right? It sounds interesting." An older inspector asked, "But how do you judge whether we can do something?"

"This requires you to follow the rules of the board game and create a character card for yourself." KP replied, "When your character uses each skill, it will be judged by rolling dice based on the points you invested in building the skill. , if the judgment is passed, it can be considered that your character can do this kind of thing, and vice versa.

The smaller the number of points you throw, the easier it is to succeed, and the larger the number of points you throw, the easier it is to fail. "

KP took out two ten-sided dice and said with a smile: "Look, the first one represents single digits, the second one represents ten digits, and the total is one hundred points. If your skill has fifty points, you can roll Forty-nine o'clock is considered a success.

But for newcomers, knowing more is not as useful as experiencing it once. Just now, I have written all the character cards that you will use, please use them carefully and avoid tearing the cards. "

With that said, he handed out the character cards.

But when it came to Ai Qing, she didn't take it.

Instead, he silently looked at KP in front of him, as if he sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"Oh, the inspiration is quite high."

KP asked with a smile: "Is there any problem?"

"Is this a game?" Ai Qing asked.

KP laughed, "Yes, it's just a game."

"So, how do we judge whether you will deliberately target us players?" Ai Qing immediately noticed the biggest loophole: "If you want to, it is easy to create a monster that we cannot defeat and an unsolvable monster." Is it difficult?"

"Don't worry, I'm not the dog KP, but I'm a good friend of everyone." KP smiled, "Besides, reality is better than words. This world is often more wonderful than I think."

As he spoke, he put the character card into Ai Qing's hand, and smiled warmly: "This is your card, please treat him gently."

Ai Qing took the form, looked down, and then froze in place.

"What? Don't you understand?"

KP leaned over curiously and looked at the above information: "Huaishi, male, occupation: Ascendant, strength 15, well, ordinary first-level level, constitution 41, this constitution is a bit too much, but the sanity value is only 23, and The inspiration is still so high, it is almost on the verge of madness at any time, luck is only 1 point, unlucky ghost... the skills are serious exploration, scouting and listening are 85, how do charm and stealth reach 90, and bluff The cheating skills are also really high..."

Ai Qing suddenly put away the character card to stop him from leaking his information.

"Oh, did you notice the fun of this game so quickly?"

KP nodded in admiration, and immediately suggested: "It's quite difficult to use this character card well, do you want to change it for you?"

"no."

Ai Qing shook her head and refused: "This card is very good."

KP didn't say anything more, and turned around to answer other people's doubts, but when explaining some attribute information, he seemed to notice that Ai Qing and the old inspector, who were listening carefully, raised their voices a little.

Soon, the busy commentary came to an end.

KP clapped his hands happily, looking at the 'players' in front of him.

"Now that everyone is familiar with their own cards, let's start importing them." KP said in a deep voice, "The time is 1620, and the background is the vast sea. There is a ship called the Mayflower..."

Following his words, on the blank paper in front of him, line after line of handwriting quickly emerged.

The stage is set and the heroes are all assembled.

The prelude to the story of the former Philosopher's Stone -- "Son of Original Sin" slowly kicked off.

So, let's start the happy third week...

Your name is Huai Shi, you are a down-and-out musician, a cellist who no one cares about, after losing that noble lady patron, you are wandering all over Rome, living a poor life, and yearning for In the rumored new world full of gold, there is a dream of getting rich overnight.

One day, you received a mysterious letter.

A theater from the New World heard about your superb performance skills, and couldn't wait to invite you to the New World to become the chief musician of their theater. They offered you a wonderful salary and share dividends, and included a letter of 500 lire and a ticket.

With no other choice, you decide to take this chance.

On the appointed day, when I arrived at the pier, I unexpectedly met a few 'friends' who had met several times in the tavern.

Import begins——

In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to hear someone talking in her ear, BULABULABULA, it was terribly annoying, and it didn't sound like a good thing.

But soon, he woke up from his stupor.

The carriage is in place.

The stench of mud and garbage was everywhere near the dilapidated pier. Huai Shi struggled to carry her luggage and walked into a bar where she could rest.

Eh?

Why should I go to the bar?

Doesn't the hotel next door look more comfortable?

Forget it, let's go to the bar.

Amidst the noise of people, he dragged his luggage, sat at the bar, opened his mouth to talk to the bartender, wanted to order something, but his head was empty, he didn't know what to order.

Except for the Cowherd Nightclub, he has never been to such a place where he wants to drink. What should I say... Can I have a glass of milk?

Eh? Cowherd nightclub? what is that? Have I been to that kind of place?

In the astonishment, a familiar female voice suddenly reminded me: "Whiskey."

This strange flash of inspiration made Huai Shi heave a sigh of relief, and said to the bartender, "A glass of whiskey, thank you!"

Then, when a glass of whiskey was served, someone beside him suddenly called his name: "Huaishi? Is that you?"

When Huai Shi looked back in astonishment, he saw passengers sitting around the table, among them were several familiar faces, all of whom he had some memories of when he was wandering.

Old Xiao, a boiler worker who lost his job, Lei Feizhou, a bodyguard who seems to have a bad reputation in the industry, Clement, a knight suffering from tuberculosis...

The five people at that table had all met each other by themselves.

And from the looks of it, they seemed to be passengers who planned to take the boat, was this fate? It's amazing.

A few people who hadn't seen each other for a long time sat together and exchanged the recent situation with each other. They had a rare friendship and gradually warmed up.

And in the midst of the conversation, a voice sounded not far away.

The stooped tramp, with disheveled hair and limping legs, staggered forward in the tavern, holding a broken bowl and begging in a low voice: "Please, sir, please."

But no one hung the curtains, the old tramp walked to the front of the table full of expectations, looked at them, Lei Feizhou frowned in disgust, and glared at the past: "Go away, old ghost! You want to be beaten Is it?"

The faint sound of dice sounded.

The homeless man staggered back as if frightened.

looking pitiful...

Huai Shi sighed and beckoned him to come over. As if being pardoned, the homeless man circled around in a big circle, took away Lei Feizhou's sight, moved to Huai Shi's side, and picked up the bowl with a flattering smile: "Help me, sir, God will bless you, help me ..."

Huai Shi took out his wallet, flipped through it, found a few coins and threw them into his bowl.

The homeless man seemed to be crazy with joy, held his hand gratefully, and thanked him incoherently: "Thank you, kind sir, thank you, God will bless you, God will bless you..."

There was another faint sound of dice, as if the table next door was gambling. Huai Shi looked over curiously, but suddenly felt a small thing stuffed into his cuff.

The tramp smiled mysteriously, turned and left.

Huai Shi clenched her hands subconsciously, froze on the spot, and was about to ask something when she heard the sound of a siren coming from afar.

Sailing.

But is there really such a giant ship in this era?

Huai Shi stood at the pier, staring blankly at the brightly lit giant steel ship, dumbfounded, unable to connect such a majestic creation with the bumpy, dilapidated and dirty wooden boats in his impression.

"Where is this 1620?"

In a strange sense of disobedience, he spit out words that even he didn't know what it meant: "This is 2020!"

When I was writing the outline, I had an idea. In order to make the story clearer and easier to understand, I chose this double-layer nesting structure, hoping that it will not cause reading obstacles to readers.

Readers who may have experience in TRPG games will know what is going on, but readers who have no relevant experience should not feel embarrassed. I don’t want to write a battle report for everyone to read, so there will never be too many elements .

Ultimately, this is still the story of the apocalypse.

Then, please enjoy the next adventure that belongs to Huai Shi.

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