He began as a typical nerd in school. Not comfortable around his age-mates, causing laughter and harassment from all of the boys and smirking from the girls. It’s so hard to understand why – he’s so Smart, he’s so Special. All of his answers are right, he even corrects the teachers. This makes the jeering even more painful. In all honesty it’s not “all” of the classmates – maybe 8 or 10 but the rest are actively ignoring his plight or even smiling at his small figure crawling on the floor getting kicks and spits while trying to pick up the books they’ve knocked out of his hands. Life of pain and shame. Life of self-pity. All the way till that fateful Bus Trip. Only 10 survive the trip and they are sitting there shocked. He takes the initiative – telling them to get the sticks and starting the fire. He oversees building of shelters and now he gets a “group leader” status assigned by the World. He learns how to adjust group Energy Balance (I too have that feature) and skims a little from the top. He fears the two bullies will start tormenting him again. He doesn’t understand they aren’t the dangerous ones – they like to join in the laughs and maybe in the spitting, but they would never start it. Doesn’t matter – they are all guilty. His specialty being a “Librarian” allows him access to some “World Library” and he learns poison making and manufacturing of simple weapons. He instructs an Artifactor in his group and everybody gets armed. Food is easy to procure – plenty of edible plants around. One day a small Monster shows up and the team attacks and kills it. This is a joy for everybody but makes him wonder what draws the Monsters to a person and what would be a repellent. He concocts a poison but adds to it a “lure” that attracts the Monsters and soon enough the two bullies and two more of his mates are dead. He screams at the team for having been lacking in training and taking too long going up the Levels. They managed to fight off a few Monsters and he makes sure that everybody understands that it was all thanks to him and without him they are nothing. All the time he’s building up his own Levels reaching 7 while not letting anyone to go over 2. They don’t understand where all the energy and experience is going to. They are suspecting something and at some point a fistfight breaks out. He’s ready with several poisoned sharpened sticks. Two boys and a girl are dying, an Artifactor is hugging the remaining hysterical girl while the Librarian is “taking revenge” on the dying one for having ignored him earlier. In the morning the bodies disappear and he admits he may have over-reacted. He will protect the remaining teammates, they have his word. Soon enough there is a new Bus and now the “remaining teammates” become the overseers and trainers. He yells at them for being too soft and that he can’t carry the whole team alone. They actually believe him and start basically running his show. He comes up with an idea to feed the Newbies to the Monsters having sprayed them with poison first. Some Dwarfs and Gnomes build a Mansion for him and several more houses and even a wall around the Camp. He poisons them all and orders to kill them on-sight. First – why pay with a potion recipe if he doesn’t have to, Second – if they’ve built such wonders for him they might build something even better for his enemies. He appoints a couple of direct reports and the rest are declared “cattle” that they can do anything to. By that time the “remaining teammates” are dead – the girl just didn’t wake up once and the Artifactor was easily replaced by a newcomer. Just like that – encouraging the Human Vices for the few and keeping the commoners terrified plus an occasional drop of poison to remove the old “lieutenant” promoting the young and eager. How many times he told someone that it’s time for him to move up the ranks but the old Chief won’t just resign, right? So here’s a little phial – if you want a promotion – you can guess what you need to do.