Chapter 2 – Hatched
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Miria growled as she turned the faucet and no water came out.

Ugh, this is so nasty...

She wiped the blood from her body with a towel as best she could, then turned to her closet. She spent a while struggling to find anything that fit her new body, before she gave up and just started tearing the clothes as necessary to improvise an outfit that covered her torso and neck, even if it didn't give her tits as much support as she might have liked. She took a moment to examine herself in the mirror anyway, though.

Well I'm not doing too bad on the 'post-apocalypse chic' aesthetic, at least. Need some weapons, though, especially if I'm gonna get jumped by monsters if I so much as look out the window.

A quick sort through her kitchen turned up some food that smelled alright, and she made herself a quick meal, before she set about rifling through her apartment for some kind of weaponry, shooting a quick glimpse at the window, once again with the curtains drawn and the blinds down, but otherwise unobstructed.

After some searching, she eventually unscrewed a leg from one of her kitchen chairs to use as a crude club and augmented it with several kitchen knives, and so armed and armored, set foot out into the hallway. A cautious look didn't reveal any motion, so she edged along to the next apartment over and leaned in close to the door. A slow sniff and a wave of her antennae brought her the scent of old blood, and she could just barely hear something rustling within the room. "Fuck it, let's go." She growled to herself and slammed out her foot to kick the door in, rushing into the room afterwards, antenna twitching, eyes scanning the room. A rustle directed her attention to a corner, where something small and green flew out at her.

[Razorleaf Seedling, Level 1]

She grit her teeth and shifted, her larger arms twitching into motion with her improvised club to intercept the attack, a series of sharpened leaves impaling it and her chitin covered forearms, before she darted forwards and brought her club down, smashing it into paste. "Agh! Fuck!" She growled, quickly scanning the room, then using her lower hands to pull the razor edged leaves from her upper arms, revealing some small cuts that bled a little before congealing.

[-5 HP]
[+12 Essence]

...Again? What am I even at, now?

Miria walked over to the bathroom and cautiously checked it for monsters, before looking at the mirror and bringing up her status again.

...Half my HP gone already? That's ridiculous. How the hell does that work?

She glared at the offending number, only to be greeted by more information scrawling itself across the monitor.

Health Points (HP)
- Allows the user to endure physical injury without significant damage.
- Injury is distributed between physical body and HP pool based on severity versus how much HP is remaining - stubbed toes will not cost any HP and will hurt as much as normal, while cuts to the jugular will scratch skin and then go entirely to HP pool until either injury or HP is exhausted.
- All injuries will be less diverted to HP as HP drains but more diverted as physical damage accumulates.
- When gaining HP, some amount of the regained HP may be diverted to heal injuries. A better environment for healing will increase the healing per point diverted. More HP will be diverted this way the worse the entities physical injuries are compared to their HP.
- 100 HP will approximately double the amount of physical injury an entity can endure.
- Strikes to vulnerable locations, some offensive traits, and some environmental hazards will bypass HP reduction to some extent, and so still cause meaningful injury even before exhausting HP. 

Ah. So they only serve to protect me from injury, but I don't suffer any ill effects if I run out? That's not terrible... But I'd still start accumulating serious cuts and shit, right?

She examined the thin scratches on her limbs, finding them little more than papercuts, and imagined how bad they would have been without HP to absorb the damage.

Could be worse... I'd still rather avoid it though. Can I do anything to get more HP?

She looked her sheet over, noting the new [+] options next to her stats, and sure enough, more dialogs appeared.

Miria studied them apprehensively, her eyes drifting up to the character sheet above, noting the differences from what she remembered the first time she looked at it.

...Yeah, there we are. What's with those costs? Do they level on their own? Is that what those percentages are?

Stats
- Stats provide a number of benefits to a users basal reality and other system mechanics, scaling with their level.
- Use will gain them experience, expressed as a percentage increase towards the next level, and when they reach 100%, they will increase in level.
- They can also be levelled up with essence, costing an amount depending on their rarity and their level, discounted by the percentage experience they have.
- Like all traits, raising stats that are above your class level takes 5 times as much experience / essence.
- At every tenth level, the user can choose a milestone to modify the stat with.

Right, okay. So I can level one of the three... Why do I have three stats that all give HP? Whatever, I'll figure that part out later. For now... Fuck it, Constitution is the cheapest and gives a decent amount of HP, I'll save my points after that.

She flicked her will at the sheet, and the chosen stat ticked up by one, granting her an immediate 5 extra HP, resetting the stats progress to 0%, and increasing it's cost to 65 Essence.

Good, glad that works. What's with those other stats? Like, Dominance? Really?

...There's a limit on the help dialogs? Right, of course there is. Well, fuck it, I was getting bored reading anyway, I'll save the rest. Still have some juice in me, lets paste some more creepy crawlies.

She crept through the room, making sure the curtains and blinds were drawn here, too, before moving on to the bedroom. Slowly opening the door, she was greeted by the gruesome sight of a chewed up corpse, and older man visibly missing chunks out of his body. "Eugh!" She groaned, quickly checking the room for monsters and then shutting the door again, trying to hold back her bile. She focused on breathing carefully as she slipped back out into the hall and prepared to move on.

...Fuck, I suppose that is how it would go for a lot of people, huh? Poor bastards...

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