Games were supposed to be fun.
Fun being able to do whatever one wanted without a care in the world, and also able to wield super duper superpowers!
What wasn't fun was everything that was not listed under the fun category. And in this particular case, this game did indeed force Omega Redux to take care of things like 'need meters'. And to get anywhere with that, she needed money. At least if Omega wanted to buy herself a portable magic rock. Rather than having to find one if she was running low on batteries.
And for that, she needed money. And to get a lot of money quickly, she had to work! "Gosh..." She called to herself, pouting. Is this was adulthood was all about!? Omega was, technically, not even a year old yet! But nobody ever mentioned she couldn't turn this super serious adulting business into fun.
And, like any adult, Omega had picked a craft. To make things she could sell. At least until she was strong enough to simply take whatever she needed. But, for now...
"OMEGA WEAPONS FOR OMEGA PRICES! ONLY IN OMEGA'S OMEGA STORE!" For being such a midget, she was quite loud. Standing on top of three self-made crude Magitek stools to gain height, Omega was advertising her little weapons store. A market stall that looked like it was nearly about to fall apart, its only saving grace being a sort of childish charm as far as the decorations go.
To display were a variety of weapons. Spears, swords, daggers, axes and more. All somewhat mechanical in flavor and, considering their maker's expertise, more rule-of-cool than powerful... for now. Some looked like ridiculous plastic toys made by someone who consumed too much eastern media. While others were in simpler, metallic, colors, but were not spared the humiliation to make them somehow just as ridiculous.
Sword-canes. Multi-functional-stabby umbrellas. Gunblades. Katanas with a quick-draw mechanism. Gun+meele-anything. Pogo-Scythes. Maybe if they had been made by a master of their craft, sure. But this? This was... "Dear esteemed vic-customer! What is there not to like about Yggdrasil, the Greataxe of Supreme Destruction and Absolute Annihilation!?" Omega Redux asked an unhappy-looking customer who had eyed one particular axe in her stock.
Yes, if it wasn't the weapons itself, then the next thing scaring anyone off would be the names. At the end of the day, Omega would likely have to end up selling those as toys to kids that shared her grand dreams.
"Hmpf." Omega hmpfed. "Omega spend so much time and care in making all of those, and LOOK at those FOOLS! No eye for Omega's grandiose Kunst! They may be laughing now, but just you wait when Omega assembled the most powerfullest arsenal of all. It'll be Omega who will have the last laugh! AHAHAHA!"
Clearing her throat, Omega once again proclaimed.
"OMEGA WEAPONS FOR OMEGA PRICES! ONLY IN OMEGA'S OMEGA STORE! DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? MAKE A CUSTOM ORDER AND YOU GET A FINAL BOSS-GRADE WEAPON FOR SO CHEAP, ONE MIGHT THINK IT COULD BE A SCAM!"
@Regan
Fun being able to do whatever one wanted without a care in the world, and also able to wield super duper superpowers!
What wasn't fun was everything that was not listed under the fun category. And in this particular case, this game did indeed force Omega Redux to take care of things like 'need meters'. And to get anywhere with that, she needed money. At least if Omega wanted to buy herself a portable magic rock. Rather than having to find one if she was running low on batteries.
And for that, she needed money. And to get a lot of money quickly, she had to work! "Gosh..." She called to herself, pouting. Is this was adulthood was all about!? Omega was, technically, not even a year old yet! But nobody ever mentioned she couldn't turn this super serious adulting business into fun.
And, like any adult, Omega had picked a craft. To make things she could sell. At least until she was strong enough to simply take whatever she needed. But, for now...
"OMEGA WEAPONS FOR OMEGA PRICES! ONLY IN OMEGA'S OMEGA STORE!" For being such a midget, she was quite loud. Standing on top of three self-made crude Magitek stools to gain height, Omega was advertising her little weapons store. A market stall that looked like it was nearly about to fall apart, its only saving grace being a sort of childish charm as far as the decorations go.
To display were a variety of weapons. Spears, swords, daggers, axes and more. All somewhat mechanical in flavor and, considering their maker's expertise, more rule-of-cool than powerful... for now. Some looked like ridiculous plastic toys made by someone who consumed too much eastern media. While others were in simpler, metallic, colors, but were not spared the humiliation to make them somehow just as ridiculous.
Sword-canes. Multi-functional-stabby umbrellas. Gunblades. Katanas with a quick-draw mechanism. Gun+meele-anything. Pogo-Scythes. Maybe if they had been made by a master of their craft, sure. But this? This was... "Dear esteemed vic-customer! What is there not to like about Yggdrasil, the Greataxe of Supreme Destruction and Absolute Annihilation!?" Omega Redux asked an unhappy-looking customer who had eyed one particular axe in her stock.
Yes, if it wasn't the weapons itself, then the next thing scaring anyone off would be the names. At the end of the day, Omega would likely have to end up selling those as toys to kids that shared her grand dreams.
"Hmpf." Omega hmpfed. "Omega spend so much time and care in making all of those, and LOOK at those FOOLS! No eye for Omega's grandiose Kunst! They may be laughing now, but just you wait when Omega assembled the most powerfullest arsenal of all. It'll be Omega who will have the last laugh! AHAHAHA!"
Clearing her throat, Omega once again proclaimed.
"OMEGA WEAPONS FOR OMEGA PRICES! ONLY IN OMEGA'S OMEGA STORE! DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? MAKE A CUSTOM ORDER AND YOU GET A FINAL BOSS-GRADE WEAPON FOR SO CHEAP, ONE MIGHT THINK IT COULD BE A SCAM!"
@Regan