And a little later than initially planned (the real-life 9-to-5 clobbered me with some things that needed fixing over the weekend), here is the second part of Jackson in HRPG-World 2:
Jackson in HRPG-World 2-2: Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
“Come with me, k’winny,” the stroppy little devil girl ordered.
“Fuck off,” Jackson retorted.
Pihanga pulled out a gun and shot him in the face.
From his position on the floor of the factory Jackson looked up and saw a white number—forty-four—floating up into the darkness beneath the roof. Oh yeah, computer game physics. Boy was he glad for those stupid role-playing game physics. It meant he could be shot right in the face with a gun and it do nothing so long as the damage was less than his total hit points.
He wondered how many hit points he had. Normally he was able to see his full status. Not here for some reason. Maybe this was some kind of intro and the game hadn’t actually started yet.
He got back up to his feet.
Schreck stared at him with his blank fish eyes opened wide. The angel girl had hands on her cheeks. Pihanga was turning her gun over in her hands with a puzzled expression on her face.
“One shot is normally enough to kill a level one k’winny,” she said, looking at her gun suspiciously.
“He doeth theem rather hardy for a k’winny, mithtreth,” Schreck said. “Are you thure—”
“He’s an uber k’winny!” the angel said. She bounced with excitement like a tween standing in line for a Justin Bieber signing. “I told you they had a sixth rank.”
Schreck looked up at the numbers floating away into the darkness of the ceiling. “It doeth theem to potheth an unusually high number of hit pointh.”
At the mention of ‘unusually high number of hit points,’ Pihanga’s pointed ears pricked up and she switched her attentions from the gun to Jackson. Her eyes lit up and her lips curled up in a crafty smile. “High hit points . . .”
She skipped forwards.
“I’m Pihanga, Empress of Elegance and Overlord-to-be of all the Nether Regions. You’ll be a perfect addition to my k’winny mob.”
“Uh . . . okay,” Jackson said.
He didn’t want to test if he had enough hit points to survive a second shot from her gun.
“Good.” Pihanga turned to the side and a giant ghostly blue keypad appeared before her out of thin air. “Now to name you.”
“Um. Actually, I already have a name,” Jackson said.
Pihanga ignored him and tapped keys on the ghostly floating blue keypad. D, a, B, i, g, B . . . Jackson saw letters appear above the keypad.
“There. Perfect,” Pihanga said.
DaBigBoom? What kind of stupid name was DaBigBoom? Only an eight-year-old could come up with a character name as stupid as that.
“Hey. I have a name. I’m—”
Pihanga moved her hand to the bottom right of the screen and tapped the enter button.
“—DaBigBoom,” DaBigBoom finished.
He paused. Wait, that wasn’t right. His name was DaBigBoom not DaBigBoom.
No. His. Name. Was. DaBigBoom.
DaBigBoom tried again, but every time he thought of his name, DaBigBoom came up instead of DaBigBoom.
This sucks, DaBigBoom thought.
“Come along, DaBigBoom,” Pihanga said. “We have the Nether Regions to conquer.”
“And then it’s the Post Game content,” the angel said, jumping up and down with girlish excitement.
DaBigBoom looked at them—the trashy devil girl, the blue-haired angel, and the cartoon Nosferatu caricature. What kind of insane game had he fallen into? Shaking his head, he followed them out of the factory.
He walked out onto a landscape somewhere between Burton and Bosch. A spooky castle with spires sticking out at odd angles pierced the sky. Scattered around them were vast lakes of molten orange lava.
“Where are we?” DaBigBoom asked.
“These are the Nether Regions, home to demons, monsters and k’winnies containing the souls of mortals that sinned during their lives in the Living World,” the angel said.
“So hell, basically,” DaBigBoom said. “Hey, what was that about k’winnies?”
“Anyone who sinned during their life is reincarnated in the form of a k’winny. They must work off the debt their sinning incurred during their life before they can be reincarnated back to the Living World. In heaven we set them all kinds of boring tasks to do. In the Nether Regions it’s much better. They get to fight for the glory of the Overlord!” The angel finished with a rousing flourish.
DaBigBoom looked at her fluffy white wings and white robes. “Heaven? Are you an angel?”
“Trainee,” the girl said. “I’m Angel Student Fiore. Or was,” she said, her nose wrinkling into a grimace. “They kicked me out for downloading shota porn.”
Her breezy smile returned.
“I don’t mind. It’s far more exciting down here. We get to go on missions and kill people.”
DaBigBoom didn’t know what to say to that.
They walked into the castle and DaBigBoom was surrounded by a motley collection of monsters—rotting zombies, hunched over dragons shuffling on their hind legs, lions with scorpion tails and even girls standing inside giant roses. It was odd, weird, but not very scary. More Jim Henson than Nightmare on Elm Street.
The girls in the roses were also kinda hot and not wearing much more than a few strategically positioned bits of foliage. One of them winked at DaBigBoom and blew him a kiss.
“They’re hermaphrodites,” Fiore whispered in his ear.
DaBigBoom’s hand froze mid-wave.
“I’m not sure what they’re doing here either. They’re not supposed to appear until the sequels,” Fiore continued, making absolutely no sense again.
Pihanga made her way to the main hall. A spear stood in the centre of room. At first DaBigBoom thought there was a severed, moustachioed head impaled on the spear. Impaled so hard the point came right out of the top of the skull. The head seemed surprisingly well preserved. Then Pihanga picked the spear up, the head’s eyes flicked open and DaBigBoom realised the head was actually part of the spear itself.
“Hey, unhand me!” the spear complained in a prissy voice.
Piihanga ignored it and tapped the shaft loudly on the stone floor. “Subjects!” she called out. “The throne of the Overlord will soon be mine. Join me and share in the glory!”
The weird inhabitants ignored her and carried on with what they were doing.
“Join me for a share of the loot?” Pihanga tried again.
That got the attention of some of the inhabitants, but only briefly before they waved their hands dismissively at her and walked away laughing.
Pihanga’s nostrils flared. She looked like a teenage girl in a strop because her parents wouldn’t let her go to the party.
“K’WINNY MOB!” she bellowed, banging the butt of the spear so hard onto the ground the moustachioed head complained in a camp whine.
A motley crew of yellow bird-doll-things emerged, grumbling, from the shadows. They looked even worse for wear than the Frankenstein’s abominations DaBigBoom had seen on the factory conveyer belt. They looked like they’d been repeatedly torn apart and then stitched back up again by someone with only a passing familiarity with what they’d originally looked like.
“We’re going to take on Cook Canyon again, and this time I want 150 percent.”
The k’winnies collectively groaned.
“We need more soldiers, mate,” one of them griped.
“We have more soldiers,” Pihanga said. “This is Private DaBigBoom.”
The k’winnies looked at DaBigBoom and for a moment their grumbling was silenced.
“Is he a player?” one whispered.
“What was that!” Pihanga said.
The offending k’winny gave an eep. They all shuffled backwards.
“I’m the player,” Pihanga said. “I’m the main character. This is my game. I’m the star. Me. Me alone. Pihanga, the Empress of Elegance and Overlord-to-be.”
She swung the spear like a golf club and the quavering k’winny vanished up over one of the balconies with a plaintive wail.
“Now we’re back down to the same number of soldiers as before, mate,” another of the k’winnies muttered, this time quiet enough for Pihanga not to hear.
“Follow me!” Pihanga ordered. “This time we will beat that level.”
“She’s not really the main character,” Fiore whispered to DaBigBoom after Pihanga had marched in the direction of one of the side exits. “It’s me.” She gave a girlish giggle and followed Pihanga.
Madhouse, DaBigBoom thought, shaking his head as he followed the others.
They walked through a crazy marketplace. Skinny kids with anime-spiky hair sold swords that were far too large and impractical for any normal—or even large—person to wield. DaBigBoom saw the entrance to a tent with a bleeding red cross stitched above the opening. Moans and groans emanated from within. A cute girl in some kind of traditional Japanese dress stood in the entrance and smiled at DaBigBoom. As he walked by he saw she was holding a hacksaw with clumps of hair and flesh stuck to the serrated blade.
They reached a short staircase that led up to a bright blue swirl of light about as big as a door. More computer game physics. DaBigBoom assumed it was some kind of portal that led somewhere else. Standing next to the portal was a gorgeous blonde girl with elf ears sticking out of her long hair. She held a gnarled wooden staff and wore flowing green robes. She looked bored.
Pihanga walked up to the foot of the steps. “Cook Canyon,” she said.
“Again?” the blonde girl said.
“We’re going to defeat Waldorf this time,” Pihanga said.
“You said that last time,” the blonde said, “and the time before that, and the time before that, and the thirteen other times before that.”
“My k’winny mob has increased in experience,” Pihanga said.
“Your k’winny mob is falling to bits,” the blonde said.
Pihanga gave her a crafty smile. “Ah, but this time I have a secret weapon,” she motioned to DaBigBoom.
The blonde peered at DaBigBoom. For a moment her brow furrowed as though she wasn’t quite sure of what she was looking at, and then she spotted the yellow hat and gave a disappointed sigh.
“It’s just another k’winny,” she said. “You need to recruit some proper monsters with classes. You can’t expect to beat the middle levels with only k’winnies.”
“K’winnies are cheap and easy to maintain,” Pihanga said.
“K’winnies are useless.”
The k’winnies quarked and harrumphed their disapproval.
“Do as you’re ordered and send us to Cook Canyon,” Pihanga said.
The blonde sighed. She waved her staff and the portal flared a brighter blue colour. “As you command, oh great and powerful Overlord . . .” Pihanga walked up the steps and jumped into the swirling blue vortex. “. . . to-never-be,” the blonde finished as Pihanga vanished from view.
Fiore and the vampire, Schreck, went next, followed by the battered k’winnies. DaBigBoom considered running off in the opposite direction, but that might mean he’d be stuck in this lunatic role-playing game forever . . . as DaBigBoom.
Fuck it. The quicker he completed it, the quicker he could get the fuck out of here. He walked up the steps.
The blonde looked at him. A puzzled expression was back on her face.
“Hey wait!” she said. “You’re the—”
Too late. DaBigBoom had already stepped into the portal.
I knew I should have left that game alone. What's happening? They've usurped my main character and changed his name. Isn't there supposed to be some pr0n somewhere?
Come back next week for part 3 (there may be some sex somewhere - I hope!)