Patience

Dack Martin always bided his time. Back in elementary school, when the other kids would go out to play on the field, Dack would sit there and watch. Whenever Dack went into a room it would take him several minutes of watching to even dare speak to someone.

Now those days in elementary school were gone and Dack has been very patient. Dack has worked the same dead-end desk job for several years, he has not been the most productive nor the least productive, he has made sure that nobody notices him. When he goes home from work, he doesn't crack open a beer and watch television, he just reads and reads from the thousands of books in his father's collection.

It's a dark red bookshelf in which they are stored. When Dack was in high school he remembered always watching his dad pick up a book from the same bookshelf. He would read for hours at a time, taking his time on each page and after he was done he would put the book back in the bookshelf and do whatever other night time activity he had that day.

But now his dad was gone. His mom was gone. His brother... Well he wasn't here anymore but Dack didn't know if he was gone. It's night now and Dack finished the book he was reading. Just a crappy fantasy novel that nobody in their right mind would read anymore. Dack looks up at the pale roof of the ceiling of his house and falls asleep.

At exactly 7 AM sharp he wakes up as if he was on a clock and starts getting ready for work. He prepares a simple breakfast, a singular egg, a piece of bacon, one piece of toast burnt only on the edges. As he eats he watches the birds outside of his house feast on the bird feeder he had laid out for them.

At 8 AM he makes his way to work on his bicycle. The ride takes only 30 minutes and it is the only exercise that Dack will make that day. He gets off his bicycle and parks it in the company parking lot. Nobody will steal the bicycle today.

Dack is whistling the tune to an old rock song, a favorite of his fathers, as he walks up into the company building. As he makes his way to his cuticle, he looks around and notices nobody else in the building.

Did Dack miss the message? Dack checked his watch, it was the right time and yet everyone had disappeared. He knew it wasn't the weekend and even if it was Dack and the rest of the permanent employees would still be at work.

Dack shrugs his shoulders and sits down at his desk. He does his work, mostly filing papers and checking the company's data banks. He wished that he could check the internet but the boss had disabled everything but the inner company network something about "ruining productivity!" Dack supposed it was good for productivity but it really made the days less... fulfilling.

At 5 PM Dack leaves the office and takes his bicycle to go back home. Now it is dark and the trees loom overhead. He doesn't speed up nor does he slow down. It takes him only 25 minutes to get home. Today was a faster day.

At 6 he reads a book from his dad's collection. At 7 the book is done. It was a short one anyway. He gets up from his chair to eat dinner. It's leftovers from last night, Dack is too tired to make any more additional food. After eating he puts the dishes back into the sink, they will be a problem for future Dack.

It's now 9 PM, the woods around Dack's house are pitch black and occasionally if you listen in closely you can hear the vague sounds of an animal hooting or howling. It would be ominous if they weren't so far away. Tonight Dack walks out onto his deck and stares into the woods.

He smokes a cigarette, one of Dack's only bad habits. He picked it up after his dad died, and he could never kick it away. On days like these it's soothing to have a cigarette to smoke and watch the stars or look at the trees.

It's now 10 PM Dack's cigarette has gone out and yet he still sits on the deck watching the trees. Not a sound comes out from them, rather unusual for a summer night. Dack turns around to go back inside. Yet before his eyes appear the most wondrous thing.

What could only be described as a large blue screen goes into Dack's eyes. On it the only words that appear are:

-SORRY-

Honestly, it was my bad it took a second for me to get all of you Pinnacles around into the system. You should notice that your system is quite... Well unique. Anyways. You guys are here to spice everything up for the people of Earth. I can't just have those clowns from The Gilded Isles mess everything up for me.

I guess I should say welcome! Your planet has been added to the great system! Honestly not such a good thing if you ask me. Soon and by soon I mean right about now, all sorts of energies from the Cosmic should filter into your world. Along with that energy you might get some other "visitors".

Don't worry. Humanity has been armed with a system. It allows magical powers! Incredible skills! Even new technology! I know so excited, I'm excited too but anyways. The name of the game is evolution everything in the system can evolve and I do mean everything so keep it in mind.

So that's it. Umm... Have fun? Try not to die. My name is the God of Writing and that's all folks!

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At that Dack looked at the writing flabbergasted. However, he knew that he had to read it, whatever force that could make something like that work had to be ridiculously powerful, and in the words of Dack's father "Don't f*ck with someone who looks like they f*ck with everyone".

As soon as Dack finished reading the screen shifted to something very different:

-Patience System-

Name: Dack Martin

Race: Human

Stars Obtained: 0

Stats (The average human is a 10 in everything):

Strength: 8

Agility: 6

Intelligence: 10

Will: 15

Charisma: 4

Wisdom: 11

Personality: 14

*Patience: 100

Skills:

Biking: Lvl 4 Proficient

Swimming: Lvl 3 Average

Reading: Lvl 5 Skilled

Cooking: Lvl 2 Mediocre

System is a Patience system every hour that goes by all skill experience is multiplied by 1.01 and all stats are increased by 0.1. Additional abilities can be unlocked at higher levels.

*Marks a unique stat