Skill Customize Creator System 2 Discomfor

"Fuck ,why the fuck is a massive bull here"

He ran to the nearest tree and stood behind it breathing heavily.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck who and why the fuck "

Shouting with all of his might as if someone will hear him and stop this insanity

"THIS IS NOT FUCKING FUNNY "

Crooking his body and leaning past hoping to lady luck that the bull would just go elsewhere he got a better look, a massive muscular giant of a bull probably able to go toe to toe with a bloody monster truck.

"Mother fucking mia "

The bull started to display its horns and arched itself ready to charge.

"That thing looks like he is not stopping does it "

As any self-respecting coward he bolted, thank god running away from responsibilities helped with running away from danger just the same,As his legs stumbled through the wet foliage his legs started to be eviscerated with the serrated leaves which seemed to litter the ground and as he ran he prolifically sweard which would make any mother want to wash out her sons mouth.

He looked back and that thing was looked ready and at his momentary lapse of concentration due to fear he fell over

"Oh bloody hell why does this need to happen "

He tried to move his legs but they did not move at all as if mother earth was doing a civic duty to his mother to punish him for swearing

"Not fucking now, i don't want to die due to some fucking clumsiness"

The bull charged with the might of a freight train ready to turn you into a fine paste

As it charged tearing of bark was heard echoing through the forest with the following sounds of fluttering by the bords leaving its perch startled by the noise.

He was done for that thing was FUCKING TEARING THROUGH TREES

this stress was disrupted by a large ding like an old retro level up and the headache dissipated and full-on terror took over.

"Oh please tell me this is some dream or some fucking sick joke"

[Host this is no dream,I am the Skills Customise Creator System, I have no time to explain but you may survive if you accept me]

"Do i have a choice & who in the hell are you the condescending voice in my head"

[Chances of survival without me 0 %, with me 10%]

"What fucking choice do I have! "

With a heavy sigh, he verbalized the 3 letters the system needed

"YES"

Chapter end