Out Of Cruel Space [Game?] Chapter 1 Abduction

Karl-Heinz was sitting on his PC, like every evening, playing with the salt of the earth, his group of online trolls and autistic misfits. Playing games with the usual background song of metal, rock and other catch yet dark tuned melodies.

Life was good,Well as good as it was gonna get for now. Live wasn´t ideal but it was stable and tomorrow would be another day to maybe try and get some improvements done. Being single sucked the first few decades when the hormones are strong, but after that and you get comfortable with your best hand, you get used to not having sex.Not having much of a social live also had the benefit that one could get by with a lot less money and so could save up some on the side each month. Looking good was not that important in a non customer service job so one could just embrace the inner nerd and care less about the finer details.

Finer details of society that Karl never got in the first place anyway ´But if you try long enough you eventually succeed and then it will be a new, better normal´ was in Karl´s head as he warned his team off a special enemy spawn, as he trained his brain to filter out the code sound the game would ring out in a subtle tone when ever special harder opponents would spawn. Shortly after the meme popped back into his head ´... and other funny jokes one can tell yourself´.

Yeah live wasn´t great, but it wasn´t shit either. Stable job, good food with some more fancy and better tasting food here and there, enough money to be secured against uncertainties and a good way to distract his free time away.

Well enough money against most random events.

As there most likely was not enough money in his possession to ward of being jumped at from a big bosom to the back of his head, shortly followed by a towel over his mouth and the quick busted and panicked inhaling of chemicals that would bring him a dreamless uncertain sleep.----------------Karl-Heinz woke up again strapped to something, he tried to move but couldn´t manage more than a wiggle, and his eyesight was blocked by a bag or blindfolds, minor details that could help in this question fell of the table as a slight panic manifested and he could hear language being spoken around him.

$”... Stop lusting over the guy, I know it is hard to not jump him with how much pheromones he is spreading in the room! That is why I am wearing my gas mask and took the pheromone blockers both!”

Trying to understand the weird, not terrestrial language, as no human would most likely be able to make some of the special squeaking noises, that at best a skilled parrot or rubber pool toy could try to mimic, but he sadly failed in the endeavor. Still he did manage to alert his captors of his regained consciousness.

$” I told you to give him more of the sleep drug !, these Humans are very hard to keep drugged! That is why we packed so many of the chemicals in the first place !” A few beeping noises and the blackness creeped in on Karl again.

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When Karl-Heinz woke again he found himself in a spotless white room. He was laying on the floor completely naked and oddly felt as if his balls had emptied all the stored semen his nerd live and rare sexual pleasure had accumulated over the last weeks.

Whilst not fully awake just yet, he made the effort of standing up. As he looked around Karl quickly found that in one direction of this white limbo of a room, was a statistic screen just like it could be found in basically any RPG game.

But it had his statistics on it !

For his reading pleasure in German !

Height 1,90mWeight 115kgAge 34 YearsSpecies HumanGender MaleName Karl-Heinz Schmidt

Strength 12Dexterity 9Constitution 18IQ 17Knowledge 10Charisma 5Axiom 0Skills Non detectedAbility's Non detectedContribution Non detectedPlease select your class:

And now his mind blown. To many weird events in his recent memory at once for him to fully function and process at once and continue to work with a rational that would be better advised in this situation.So without thinking to hard about what was going on, the parts of his brain that should have gotten Karl to take a step back and think harder were on emotional break, he went forward and started selecting the simple options.

Please select your class: ?Warrior, Spear-man´Why spear as weapon ? Because it is the best pointy stick of course !´ was the rambling in his head that was about to start, but got interrupted by the selection process moving on to the next option that demanded selecting.

Please select your starting gear: ?Standard adventurer pack.

This one seemed a no brainer, they always had all the basic necessity and would get him going long enough until he got his footing in this seeming dream of a new game. Then he remembered on detail and quickly added some ropes to his staring kit as you never could have to many ropes in the more creatively open games.

Please select your starting bonus: ?This question felt a bit redundant but as Karl went over the options, which seemed poorly labeled and even sadly without help text or fluff text to glean more information from. ´These programmers ….. must be a beta or alpha version, given how bad the whole thing is set up and how generic it feels´ he thought as he wished for some background music to ease his subcutaneous massive tension a bit.“Fuck it no risk no fun, just pick the weirdest one of them and see were it takes me, otherwise just gonna make a new character on my next play/dream whatever” and he picked.

Please select your starting bonus: ?Ever improving

Thanks for your selecting and participation, please enjoy your experience and survive.

This line of text made Karl-Heinz worry a bit more, but before he could go deep into much of any thought he lost consciousness and blacked out again.

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When Karl-Heinz woke up next time he was laying on the ground again ´at least one constant, I always wake up laying. At least that is something to rely on so far´ the mental self joke didn´t fire off for himself so he sighed and started to look around himself.

Karl was laying on a large smooth carved stone, looking around himself he quickly saw that the ground around the stone was covered in stone tiles in the amazing color pattern of gray and black stones with no coherent pattern and a lot of lose green moss on the patches were some sunlight was able to reach.

Looking up he could see that he was in a stone room or craved out cavern with slightly decayed walls and some holes or maybe windows that let in a low hanging sun.

Letting his hands roam over his body, he found that indeed he was wearing a rader generic set of medieval fantasy clothes, some leather armor that wasn´t restricting and not to much of a protection. Looking around next to stone or maybe even altar he was laying on, he quickly found a backpack with to much rope hanging on it from all sides and a spear that looked like it was fitting to the setting and as if it was the most expensive object currently in the room he was in.

The spear had a very dark wooden shaft out over very sturdy and heavy looking wood, along the shaft was a thin trail of mystical looking ruins that looked cool and were unreadable if they had any meaning at all. Further up the spear head was a nice steel gray with a hint of pink glimmering tip that was attached to the spear shaft with an overlaying bearing of metal that engulfed the top of the shaft. The head itself was shaped into a flat piece that had a double edged sword like blade to it before narrowing down into a very pointy tip. The spear head had blood grooves and a wild damascene pattern with hues of slightly darker metal and also looking a bit like more runes all over its bright and shiny spear tip body.

Having admired the spear way to long Karl-Heinz grab his assumed possessions and went on to try and leave the Temple like room he found himself in. Lucky for him there were exits available that didn´t lead into labyrinths but went into long hallways with side rooms, that he ignored for now as everything seemed quiet and there is often not much to be found in the spawn and tutorial sections of games. His inner thought was to leave the temple and get his first few explaining and learning quests from the NPC on the other side of the front door or portal or near it.

So he walked up to the front door, a massive wooden double door and with all his gleeful new game gamer energy pushed it open. The door moved a lot slower and less grand as expected also it went a lot harder than expected, still the one of the doors opened wide enough to exit the building and see for the first time, that the game was nothing Karl had expected.

Before him on the rolling hills was a battlefield with seemingly endless trenches and flashes of light crossing the surface, As if star-wars was pushed into world war 1 trenches and all the rebels and storm tropes were exchanged by hordes of alien women. Getting a bit of a closer look at some of the remains of the battle nearby he quickly saw that these women were oddly very detailed, very detailed corpses and all very much stolen out of a porn game.

Not wanting to rush in to fast into this new craziness Karl hunkered down and then sat and watched the battle play out. No point in siding with the losing side and no point in joining a war that isn´t his nor that he knows anything about.

Behind Karl-Heinz however was a gleeful watcher eager to claim this lonesome price for herself.

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[Origional Out Of Cruel Space Author](https://www.reddit.com/user/KyleKKent/)P.S. This is not my first story I have written (haven´t written many at all but not a complete noob) but this is my first on HFY and first I plan to write several chapters long. I got a rough plan for the story that will get more detailed as I continue to write. So hope you enjoy and usual ash on my head as spelling gets done from a program and grammar might suck (dyslexia is a bitch). Please tell me when i did stuff wrong in posting, formating or what ever, thanks,