9 Chapter 9 (1/2)
Chapter 9
”Anything I should know before I start making mobs?” They were both staring at the Mob Generator, looking at the five images of his available mobs. Below them, the single dicken strolled about, letting out the occasional cluck.
”As you already can tell, each mob costs a different amount of points to summon.” James had already figured that much out. This was definitely one of Rue's less helpful statements.
”Mhmm, my dickens cost 1 a mob, while my mad cows cost 5. I'm assuming this is proportionate to their individual strengths?” The gamer in him told him that was the most logical step. It was like when he played real time strategy games, some of his units would cost more points than others, generally denoting they were a stronger unit. That didn't mean they were superior though. Oh no. He had seen many a tactic that involved creating a swarm of lost cost units to overwhelm opponents. An idea he was already playing with for his dickens.
”You would be correct.” Rue offered him a coy smile. ”But please don't fill your dungeon with 100 dickens.” Alright, she was on to him. However, he was not planning on doing 100 dickens. That would just be too many.
”I promise I won't create just dickens.” He eyed the other mobs, and realized something. He had no idea what his mobs were even capable of. All the screen told him was their names, and how much they cost.
”Am I able to pull up more information on my mobs? Maybe their basic stats, skills? You know, monster information?” If he was going to correctly populate his dungeon, he needed to know what these mobs did. That way he could better gauge the cost versus benefit of each mob.
Rue nodded at him, and motioned towards the picture of the dicken. ”Just focus on the mob you want to know more about, and it will pull up its information.” That was all? Really? As a gamer, he should have figured that out. Was he becoming too reliant on Rue for information? Was he playing too much into the concept of being a dungeon core? James made a mental note to try to avoid making such noobish mistakes again.
”Alright, let's see what these dickens can do.” As he focused on the dicken, a new screen appeared before him, showing a realistic dicken, filled with information.
Dicken
Type: Demonic Farm Poultry
HP: 10
MP: 10
Atk: 1
Def: 1
Unique Trait
Birds of a Feather: Dickens gain +100% to all stats when in groups of 5 or more.
Flock together: If dickens are repeatedly struck by nonlethal damage, the offender will pull the agro of all dickens within a 10 x lvl yard radius.
James scanned over the information one more time, and found himself laughing. As much as he hated the fact the developers had made demonic farm a mob type, he was really starting to enjoy these mobs. Even the developers blatant jokes put in, made him chuckle. He could already imagine a swarm of enraged dickens attacking an adventurer. Normally he would pay to see that happen, now, he got to make that happen.
”Hey Rue.” James had been about to dismiss the dickens screen, and move onto the sacrificial lambs, when he noticed a tab at the top of the dickens info screen. It was simply labeled, Upgrades.
”Yes Glyax?” For once she didn't add any modifiers too his name. Was AI feeling alright?
”You mentioned I can upgrade my mobs, right?” He selected the tab as he spoke, pulling up an upgrade page. A basic skill sheet appeared before him, filled with greyed out options. Annoyingly, everything on the page seemed locked for now.
”Well aren't you inquisitive.” Rue flew over to him, and leaned down, looking into his eye. He did his best to hold eye contact, but his teenage whims were making that hard. ”However, try not to get ahead of yourself.” She said the words slowly, playfully. He was pretty sure she even licked her lip as she finished speaking.
”I, uh-” She had done it again. Rue had broken his teenage mind.