A New Reality
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[Name: Sawyer Knight]
[Rank: Novice (Levels up as you progress)
Stats:
Riding Skill: 3/10
Endurance: 4/10
Intellect: 3/10
Leadership: 1/10
Flexibility: 2/10
Reflexes: 4/10
Balance: 4/10
Physical Stats:
Strength: 8
Health: 3
Ability: 11
Toughness: 27
Dexterity: 6
Combat Abilities:
Close quarters combat: 0/10
Weapon's handling: 0/10
Special Abilities:
Eagle Eye: Lvl 1(New)
Steel Nerves: Lvl 1(New)
Road Whisperer: Lvl 1(New)
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Available Stat Points: [0]
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[Progression Milestones]
Rookie Rides: Complete 5 group rides 0/5
Trusted Companion: Earn the trust of 5 club members 0/5
[Reputation]
Club Respect: 5/100
Local recognition: 3/100
Statewide Influence: 0/100
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[Current Quest]
Title: Ride for Respect
Objective: Complete the next group ride with the club to earn their trust.
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"…Are you seeing this…?" he asked Ezekiel, who was standing next to him. Sawyer's eyes were wide with bewilderment as he stared at the strange mechanism floating in front of his face. Ezekiel followed his gaze but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"You must still be exhausted from today… Get some rest," Ezekiel said, worry etched across his face. His voice was gentle, but his eyes betrayed his concern for Sawyer's well-being. Sawyer stood there, transfixed by the window that only he could see. The intricate display seemed almost otherworldly, with its glowing blue light. Before long, the window disappeared.
"…Come on…" Ezekiel said, urging Sawyer through the large doors. "Go home, get some rest, we'll handle the rest." Ezekiel offered a slight smile, trying to reassure him.
Sawyer stood there, confusion etched on his face for a moment, before nodding slowly. He donned his gear, the familiar feel of his helmet and jacket providing a small comfort. Mounting his 300, he revved the engine and left the compound. The roar of the bike echoed in the quiet night as he sped away from the secluded hideout on the outskirts of LA.
Unbeknownst to Sawyer, two females sat in a black car with tinted windows, parked discreetly nearby. One of them held a high-quality camera, the lens trained on him. As he rode off, they snapped several photographs, the clicks of the shutter barely audible. The images captured his departure.
"You think it'll work on him?" asked the beautiful lady, her face glowing with a warm radiance. She wore a black workout jacket, along with tight black yoga pants and white scrunched-up socks paired with black Converse sneakers. Flowing behind her jacket was luscious ginger hair, perfectly complemented by her dark cherry lipstick.
The lady in the passenger seat, whom she was talking to, put down her camera. "…I hope so…" she muttered beneath her breath. The woman beside her wore a tight black hoodie that accentuated her curvaceous body. Black skinny jeans adorned her legs, while black mid-length boots completed her ensemble. Her light brown curly, wavy hair fell gracefully by her shoulders, framing an almost perfect face. She had a deep, rich shade of lipstick that added to her allure. Her eyes were a striking emerald green. She had high cheekbones giving her a elegant look.
The drive home for Sawyer was a blur. He didn't even bother listening to the sounds of his beautiful bike; the exhaust and the engine's roar held no significance for him. He was completely zoned out. It wasn't just the brutal stabbing of the rival member that occupied his thoughts, but the mysterious window that had popped up in front of him.
On his forty-minute drive home, he barely pushed his bike to 123 km/h. The entire ride, his mind was fixated on the strange vision. As he finally reached home, he turned his desolate key into the lock and entered the house. He threw his motorcycle gear onto the couch without a second thought and made a beeline for the bathroom.
The stress and shock of the day caught up to him all at once. As soon as he reached the toilet, he retched violently, emptying the contents of his stomach. The taste of bile burned in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes. Sawyer slumped to the bathroom floor, gasping for breath.
His tired hand reached out and flushed the toilet, the sound of the whirling water barely registered in his dazed mind. He leaned back upwards, staggering slightly as he stood in front of the mirror. With a shaky hand, he turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was helplessly hot. He splashed his face with, the heat burning his skin, but doing little to wash away the horror's of the day.
Sawyer rested his hands on the bathroom counter, gripping it tightly as he closed his eyes. The cold, hard surface provided a small measure of grounding admits the chaos imbuing his mind. But even with his eyes closed, he couldn't escape. The events of the day repeated themselves relentlessly against the backdrop of his eyelids.
'I must be crazy…' he thought to himself as he opened his eyelids slowly and looked at himself in the mirror, a light giggle escaping his lips. For a moment, he had closed his eyes and thought about the window showing his stats appearing in front of him. As he opened them, the blue window was once again in front of his face, shining its ethereal beauty in his face.
The translucent blue interface floated before eyes, its glow casting a light on his tired features. Every detail was clear and precise, as if it were more real than the very bathroom he stood in.
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[Name: Sawyer Knight]
[Rank: Novice
Stats:
Riding Skill: 3/10
Endurance: 4/10
Intellect: 3/10
Leadership: 1/10
Flexibility: 2/10
Reflexes: 4/10
Balance: 4/10
Physical Stats:
Strength: 8
Health: 3
Ability: 11
Toughness: 27
Dexterity: 6
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Sawyer blinked, rubbed his eyes, and stared again. The window remained, unwavering. His mind raced with questions. Was he hallucinating? Had the stress of the day finally broken him?
'Wow… my physical stats are low,' he thought, both surprised and disheartened.
As he focused on making the window disappear, it suddenly vanished. Sawyer spent the next few minutes experimenting with this newfound ability, summoning and dismissing the window with mere thoughts.
A slight smile crossed his face as he finished practicing. It was the first smile he had cracked since the brutal incident earlier that day. The events of the day had weighed heavily on him, but this strange new ability offered a glimmer of something else— perhaps even a purpose.