Okay, well-rested after a night of doing quadratic equations and averaging out subabilities in my sleep. But after the things I've seen, dreaming about making endless die rolls and pointless math equations was probably the best-case scenario for me. But it's okay, FATAL is a good thing. It has redeeming qualities. I can't have spent this many hours rolling up my kobold for anything this bad, can I? No. FATAL is a good thing, a misunderstood thing, and soon I'll reach the end of this dark, gruelling ordeal, and I'll be able to roleplay my little kobold adventuress making traps and enslaving humans, and all will be well in the world.
CHAPTER SIX ; SOCIALITY
Name ; Amsia
You lied to me FATAL. You said I could choose my own name, the only thing I ever had a choice over, and then six chapters in you took that away from me. You took it away so cruelly, without fanfare, without ceremony. Just 'to determine the character's name, consult Appendix 7'. And with that, I am no longer Byron Hall the Kobold. I am now Amsia the Kobold. I have always been Amsia the Kobold.
Birthday ; 2/ 15 / 5085 (M/D/Y)
I was born on the second month of the year, but won't tell me the name of the month I was born in unless I consult another rulebook. There is another rulebook. The corebook gives me rules on anal tearing, bubonic plague and armors of jewy jewbacca, yet I need to consult another rulebook to learn the names of the months. No, this is good. This is good and right. I will read this additional rulebook. I must read it. I am hunting down this new rulebook. I will venture to the dark side of the internet. I will fight my way past cyrillic advertisements for dick pills and closing my heart to the seductive entreaties of Vietnamese mail order brides. I am closing my eyes to the many hundreds of entreaties, pleading at me, begging me to find out why my computer is running so slowly. Illusions of detected viruses and competitions that I've already won dance before me, but I am ignoring them... I am... I am learning Polish. I have learned to read Polish to obtain this elusive rulebook. I push the button marked "Pobierz". I have it. I have the precious thing. My computer fan is now grinding in protest and dickgirl pop-ups now haunt me relentlessly, but I have it.
The second month of the Kobold calender is... "the months do not have names". FATAL... oh FATAL, how you mistreat me. But it's okay, I still love you. I know I am wretched and lowly, and I must have done something very bad, something very wrong. I know you'd only do this to me because I deserve it.
Birth Status ; Legitimate
Social Class ; Slave
Starting Funds ; Clothes on Back
Education ; Illiterate
Birthplace ; Kobold Hamlet
I came so close, so close to emancipation, but alas, the die failed me. Amsia the Kobold will begin the game as a slave in a quaint hamlet of her own kind, owning only the clothes on her back. This is fine. Perhaps, with her dexterity, she is a skilled pursemaker or delousing slave? We shall watch the rise of Amsia the Kobold as she casts off the shackles of her bondage and with fire and sword brands her name into the annals of history, The Slave That Rose to Glory.
Siblings ; 6 Sisters, No Brothers
Birth Rank ; 7 (Youngest Child)
My sweet sisters, shall I roll you? Shall I roll you all? Shall I endure this ordeal, six more times, to fully know my place as Amsia the Kobold, Amsia the Slave, Amsia the Many-Sistered? I think I shall. I think I must. It is not right that I know my vaginal circumference and aereola hue, but not the names of my sweet sisters. I shall roll you. I shall roll you all.
Languages ; Kobold, Sapian
Choice! Oh, FATAL is giving me choice. The lingual abilities I rolled earlier give me the ability to know two languages. I select Kobold, my mothertongue and the voice of my peoples, and then consider my other options. Buggeric is a pidgen dialect of Kobold, understandable by koboldkind and bugbears alike. As a dialect, it would be conceivable that I know it. On the other hand, humans are the favoured slaves of koboldkind, and perhaps I may have picked up a smattering of their tongue as I worked alongside them in chains? FATAL has given me choice, at long last, but now I can only wonder which choice will be most pleasing to FATAL. In the end, I select Sapian. I can only hope the FATAL approves. All this freedom to think is a harsh and unremembered reality to me. I do not like it. I want to be held, unthinking, comforted in the inescapable embrace of random chance. Please, FATAL, please don't do that to me again.
Sexuality ; Heterosexual
Debauchery ; 172
I rolled a 92 on Debauchery. Adding my +10 Kobold modifier and my +70 Sexual Sadism modifier from earlier, I am now in the top 172 percentile of debauched, perverted deviants. I am willing to entertain multiple partners, to eat defecation, to do literally anything to sate my perverted lusts. Clearly my reluctance to exercise free choice has pleased the gods of FATAL, and they have blessed me with a boon. Can there be any clearer sign that the gods of FATAL are pleased with my prostrations, for they have now blessed me with a sign of their favour. I am the chosen one, the slaveborn Kobold sadist, come to rape and pillage this land with perversion 72% more perverted than is even technically possible. In a game where rape is the highest form of art, where autism reigns supreme, where free determination is forsaken and despised, I am now the Truest PC. I thank you for this blessing, Gods of FATAL. I shall never disappoint you again.
This chapter is done. Coming up next, I will finally discover whether I'm a pursemaker or a delouser.
Total Die Rolls ; 244