The system offered no further explanations… though it was straightforward enough of a rule. Even if I'm not sure why it decided to tell me now. And not when I tried a moment before, while it was just sitting there. I almost feel like it may be making rules up as we go.
> Listen here you little gremlin or whatever you are behind this Apocalypse System… I would very much appreciate you handing me a complete list of what is and isn't possible. I will give you nothing beyond less 'sass' in the future. Do we have a bargain? <
My wolf looks at me like I'm crazy, with a tilted head, when I appear in my old human form… shaking my fist at the misty blue sky above my mindscape. Of course, there is no reaction when I am actually requesting one.
Grudgingly, I sat the box back on the branch and climbed down another time. If I throw it down, the contents might break which could be deadly for me - because he didn't exactly keep an invoice… and for all I know it is filled with explosives.
