Chapter 8: Man vs Craft

Chapter 8: Man vs Craft

How good it felt to be home.

After warring in the mud and the dust for days, Basil could finally relax. After trading his damaged sweatshirt for a bathrobe and his shoes for slippers, he had evolved into the ultimate form of the Homo Sapiens: the sedentary man.

Like any good stay-at-home person, Basil did his research from the safety of his sofa. His laptop occupied a cushion at his side while he studied the user manual. The name Dismaker Labs appeared among the companies listed.

I knew it, they built the next-gen chips. They had also provided a few of the laptops applications. The geolocalisation, the visual interface Dismaker Labs even provided some components used in his TV. Chips made in India, huh? I would have bet on Taiwan.

The notice pointed to a Maltaise child company of a larger consortium in charge of European logistics. It didnt surprise Basil, since Malta had become a favorite destination of tech companies in recent years. How did a multinational corporation producing chips in India come to install a monster-summoning server in the middle of nowhere, France?

Im sure the police will investigate the connection, Basil thought. Are there any police left?

A part of him was tempted to visit the nearest city and check how the rest of the country was faring. A day after the dungeons destruction, the auroras borealis above the Barthes were gone. The world seemed to slowly return to normal.

You have earned 600 EXP (45 each).

Or not.

Basil opened his front door in case the house was under attack. Instead, Plato greeted him on the threshold. His fur was drenched in blood, and the feathers of his latest kills were stuck between his claws.

Youve been grinding? Basil asked. At this rate, Plato would single-handedly expel the bird menace from the Barthes.

I needed to blow off some steam. Plato hissed at his owner. Especially after your twisted betrayal!

Basil raised an eyebrow. My betrayal?

After all weve gone through, how could you do this to me? Plato looked adorable when he sulked, especially with his new little boots on. I, who lovingly woke you up each morning with a gentler touch than any alarm, who gracefully allowed you to live each morning, who selflessly saved your hide from bugs and goblins!

Either Basil had contracted Alzheimer's or Plato misremembered things. Is it about the favorite pet argument? Or Bugsys new bedroom?

From the glare Plato sent him, Basil had guessed right.

I was the only one allowed to sleep in the house before, the cat said, incensed. And how could you say that Im not your favorite in public? That I am not the center of your universe?

Because youre not?

See? I should leave for a gentler owner and let you stew in your regrets!

Fat chance of that.

Plato, youre not my favorite pet, Basil replied calmly. Youre my best friend.

His cat remained silent for a moment, his tail stiff as an iron rod. Come again?

I know you think friends are for other people, but it doesnt matter. Basil shrugged. Weve lived together for over two years; and after Ren died you were the only person I shared my home with. Youre in a league of your own.

Plato sat on the threshold. From his expression, Basils declaration had left him speechless. The cat locked eyes with his owner and tried to find his words.

Wow, Plato said, probably because he didnt know how to react.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Yeah.

What does it say about you that your best friend is a talking cat?

That Im an introvert and a cat person, Basil replied with a deadpan tone. He always felt closer to animals than his own kind. Yeah, Bugsy will have his own bedroom but youre the only one Ill tolerate in mine.

The cat muttered something under his breath, so low that Basil couldnt hear him clearly. Plato, what are you mumbling about?

Im sorry. Platos tail wavered in shame. All traces of arrogance vanished from his voice. It was my abandonment issues talking, alright? I hate it when you pay more attention to another animal. It makes me feel inadequate.

He sounded so vulnerable, so afraid

I didnt mean to make you feel that way, Basil apologized. I wont abandon or replace you even if I take new pets in. You dont have anything to fear.

I know, Plato replied with a sigh. My head understands that I can trust you, but my gut tightens on its own.

Some scars healed with magical pollen and others remained with you all your life.

So Ren was right? Basil asked before petting his cat behind the ears. You had a previous owner?

Basil and Old Man Ren had found Plato off the side of the road one night after returning from a shopping trip to Bordeaux. The cat had been so skinny they could see his bones and fleas infested him. Basil and Ren had stopped the car, taken Plato in, and never looked back. It had taken weeks to get the scared cat to recover and trust them.

Do you think hes a stray cat? Basil remembered asking Ren once.

Players can use the Crafting subsystem to make, enhance, or break items using four options.Craft: Create items using raw materials.Repair: Repair a broken item.Refine: Upgrade an item.Salvage: Break an item to harvest its materials.Players without an appropriate Crafting Class or Perks must use the appropriate Recipe to work on an item. You can access the following Crafter Classes: [Alchemist], [Trapmaker], [Merchant], [Chef].Alchemist: A class specialized in making potions and transmuting matter. STR (D); MAG (B); VIT (C); SKI (C); AGI (D): INT (A); CHA (D); LCK (B).Alchemist Level 1 Stat Gains: +1 STR, +1 AGI, +1 VIT, +1 SKI, +1 MG, +1 INT, +1 LCK. You gained 40 HP and 15 SP.New Passive:Alchemy I: You can craft alchemical items without a recipe and create your own through experiments. The list of items you can craft includes potions, alchemy tools, mutagens, poisons, chemical mixtures and bombs.Salvage [Duckslayer, Old Hunting Rifle]? 73% chances of harvesting the following materials: Ancient Barrel, Gunpowder Dust.[Water Bottle] refined into: [Purified Water Bottle]. The water has been cleansed of impurities, diseases and parasites.New Recipe Unlocked: [Green Medicine].Green MedicineFamily: Potion (Consumable)Quality: DHeals 1 HP per milliliter for those who drink it.Warning: Crafting failure will destroy the materials used.Dismaker Labs wishes you a happy apocalypse!New Recipe Unlocked: [Venom Bomb].Venom BombFamily: Bomb (Consumable)Quality: CEffect 1: Inflicts weak corrosion damage to those exposed to its toxic gas.Effect 2: Gas has a 10% chance of inflicting the [Poison] ailment when breathed.A bomb crafted from a monsters venom; environmentally unfriendly.New Quest: They called me Mad!Recommended Level: 1.Objective: Build your own alchemist laboratory and show them all.Reward: 100 Bonus EXP + New Alchemy Recipe.

It was cooking time and his pets were starving.

As usual for Major Chicken reruns, Basil prepared a bucket of fried chicken seasoned with spice. He meticulously removed the bones to leave only the sweet tender meat. Considering his pets appetite, he prepared double the usual ration with homemade golden fries. Coke brought out of cryogenic storage in the fridge completed the set.

When Basil brought dinner to the main room, he found the whole gang waiting for him. Plato had taken over his favorite cushion and the larger Bugsy occupied most of the sofa. Rosemarine took root in a plant pot.

Do you want some of my dirt and water, Mister? Rosemarine asked. You need it to grow!

The sofa is the only land I need, Basil replied. Bugsy coiled to give him the space to sit. Im sure the others will agree too.

Beds and sofas are so much more comfortable than the grass outside. Bugsy had tears in his eyes. Im so glad I proved myself worthy of a bedroom, Boss.

Dont cry, Rosemarine said, mistaking the bugs tears of joy for sadness. You can use my room too! I have glass walls!

This is kind this is very kind. Bugsy wiped his tears. After all the pain and sweat, Im finally moving up in the world.

Well, trying to kill me left a bad first impression, Basil replied. But I believe in second chances. Youre part of the household now.

Can I can I decorate my room, Boss? With shells and trophies?

As long as you clean up after yourself.

Less talking, more TV, Plato hissed. Gimme the chicken.

Im hungry, Rosemarine complained. Bugsy tossed her a piece of fried chicken which she caught in midair before devouring his own. Thanks!

So were going to watch events that happened in the past? Bugsy asked, being unfamiliar with the concept of television.

Sort of, Plato said before biting his chicken piece. The series is fiction, but its entertaining.

Enough that I recorded the whole series and made TV marathons a ritual under my roof, Basil thought. He attributed the cartoons entertainment value to the fact that its scenarists had embraced the nonsensical premise and over-the-top nonsense.

Will it increase our stats too? Bugsy asked naively.

Basil opened his mouth to say no, before realizing that the System had given him experience with weirder stuff.

Maybe? Basil replied before opening a can of coke. It didnt before the System arrived, but it could have changed in the meantime.

Bugsy nodded with excitement. I hope we get levels.

Whether they did or not, Basil knew they would have a good time.

Major Chicken was the archetypal 70s cartoon: heavily censored, horribly offensive to modern sensibilities, full of filler, and yet so utterly absurd that it looped back to funny. Its original fifty-episode run hadnt been allowed to air in Bulgaria, but the reruns after the fall of communism in the nineties became surprisingly popular. Basil had grown up with the series and enjoyed watching it again even in his adult life.

A warning, Basil said as he pressed the remotes play button. The cartoon was funded by a fast-food company to sell meat dishes. You might notice a few subtle subliminal messages.

What does subliminal mean? Bugsy asked with a puzzled expression.

That youre going to love it, Plato replied. The screen turned black, a song echoing in the background. Now shush.

Its starting, Rosemarine whispered.

The first episode opened like almost all the others: with the sight of spaceships soaring the cosmos under the direction of a shadowy conqueror.

Once the universe knew peace, said the voiceover. But everything changed when I, Emperor Vegan, unleashed my army across the cosmos!

The picture of Earth appeared, a bastion of meat consumption standing strong against hordes of vegetable aliens.

Yet one insignificant planet resists my conquest! Only one hero and his friends dare to oppose me!

The whole cast of heroes appeared. Frail but brave Sergeant Chick. Loyal and motherly Private Piggie. Big Beef and Little Lamb. And of course, the strong, inimitable, charismatic star of the show

Major Chicken and the Meat Brigade!

The series eponymous title appeared across the screen in shiny letters.

But can they truly prevent the future that is Emperor Vegan?

The party spent their evening chilling out on the sofa and enjoying good television. It didnt give them any exp, but it did bring them a moment of happiness.

That was all that mattered.