Shovels In Spades

by

Lone

Book 1 Prologue: Change and Shovel

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I eventually plan to rewrite this entire story to squash out a lot of the things that weren't received well and to polish the plot at some point in the future for when I publish this story on Amazon, so please keep that in mind when reading or reviewing this fiction.

PLEASE, I implore you, if you're quick to judge or dismiss things, don't read this story. I know it's a bit weak for the first half of book 1 and the ending of book 1, but I promise it picks up in quality a lot in book 2 (I didn't really know what I was doing when I started writing this beyond putting a cool idea to paper). If you get through book 2 and still think it's hot garbage? Fair enough.

All I ask is you give this little story of mine a chance.

Sidenote: The early chapters are painfully short, I know. They do eventually even out and become at least or close to 2,000-words long each. Either way, there's 1,400+ pages of content here for you guys, so, hopefully, you can look past the early short chapters and the weak characters/character decisions in book 1.

"You sure you're okay locking up tonight, Daz?" Adam asked his young co-worker. He then looked at the slowly setting sun before checking his old leather strap watch to confirm that it was indeed, nearing eight o'clock in the evening. He and Daz had been working at the recycling centre past closing hours due to a few sneaky civilians managing to get past the gates with their cars just before Adam had gone to close them at seven o'clock, the usual closing time for a Monday evening.

"Don't worry about it, I always lock up, you've got a wife and son to get back to, right? Besides, I doubt you want to clean up that mess, do you?" Daz had replied before he gestured to the heap of branches and leaves that littered the edges of the garden waste skip's bay.

The last few customers had stuffed several bushes and branches into their cars, and that was the reason for the mess and the reason as to why he and Adam were forced to work extra unpaid time. Garden waste always took ages to dump since there usually a huge amount of it.

"Really, how would our shift ever get done without you? I owe you a beer, man. Seeya on Saturday then. Don't die on me or something like that until then, hahaha," Adam said with a laugh, forcing his aged face to crinkle up even more. Although he was only forty-two years old, he had worked in manual labour all of his life and smoked quite heavily so he looked far older than he actually was.

"You too, Adam. Seeya later. Just close the gate after you," Daz responded a bit plainly. After Adam had left, his face immediately became devoid of any emotion at all and he quickly made his way over to the tool shed to get a shovel and a broom to clean up the mess.

Although he could go home faster if he had Adam help him out, he knew that there was nothing waiting for him there, nothing except his onliner game-addicted younger sister. Besides, Adam wasn't very fit, so Daz didn't mind taking the extra work if it kept his body and mind occupied.

Granted, he loved his sister dearly, but she was even more mature and intelligent than even he was, so he didn't need to rush home to look after her, not like she'd appreciate such sentiments since she'd entered her rebellious phase.

Naturally, Daz had parents. Well, if you could call them that. He had never met his mother, and his father... well, they were hardly on speaking terms.

He did, surprisingly, have a girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, her 'hobby' had her living in another state. They would share a video call every other night with the help of his tech-savvy sister, so thankfully, loneliness was the last of Daz's worries.

After he was finished cleaning up the branches and leaves on the ground, he leaned against the railing that separated the bay from the skip and sighed. It had been a long day. He left the broom and shovel there and went around all of the containers and sealed them up before he went to lock up the main gate and leave.

"Ah! The broom and shovel... Damn it. Now I need to unlock the tool shed after just closing it," Daz grumbled. He then went back to the tools he had abandoned and quickly made his way towards the tool shed. Although that was its name, it was actually a blue metal shipping container like a few of the other containers on the site, but it was full of tools and a few miscellaneous objects.

Daz leaned the broom against a fence to fish about in his pocket for the keys, but just before he could grab them, an enormous blue screen flashed before his eyes.

 

Experiment Apocalypse has launched

Experiment Apocalypse: All humans holding what is classified as a weapon shall receive a class related to said weapon and all humans not holding anything that is classified as a weapon by the system will be turned into monsters and removed from Earth.

This is a trial to test the potential of this planet's dominant species' adaptability. Points shall be rewarded for performing feats of merit. Skills, items and various other things may be purchased with these points.

All humans who were holding a weapon upon the experiments activation shall be granted two hours of protection to prepare before the nearby monsters will attack and try to kill you.

Such attacks will happen at twelve o'clock in the afternoon every day after this, and a counter shall always be visible to all living humans which will display the current number of survivors.

Good luck, humans.

 

Daz was rather surprised by this screen. 'Am I hallucinating? I never ingested anything weird and I should be fitter than ever... Strange...'

 

Granted Class: Shovel Knight
Description: The one who specialises in construction yet has the versatility to fight with his tool of choice, the shovel.
Class Bonuses;
Stats strength, dexterity and constitution are increased by 20%.
Gained skills; Dig, Ore Discovery, Basic Craftsmanship, Shovel Smash, Tool Identification, The One Shovel to Rule Them All.
Gained 50% more affinity with Dwarfs and Gnomes.

 

"Okay..." Daz said skeptically as he directed his gaze towards the shovel in his hand.

Little did he know that he and that shovel would experience much together, far too much for a regular man. Thankfully, Darenzo, otherwise known as Daz, was no ordinary man.

He was pulled out from his thoughts by the sounds of explosions and screams of terror. It would seem that people were panicking despite the fact that the first message had told them that they had two hours of protection. Daz walked to the edge of the recycling centre to gaze at the city that was sprawled out below him.

"Guess it's not a hallucination then, huh?" A mumble escaped Daz's lips. "Either that or I suddenly figured out how to dream and my first one's a dream to trump all others."

He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he figured it'd be wise to act as if this was all real for right now.

He nodded before he mumbled to himself, "I should fortify this place. It'll take me at least an hour to get home, maybe longer what with all of those explosions... Rose should be fine on her own considering the house's defenses and her wit... Well, best get started." After deciding on this, Daz returned to the tool shed and equipped himself with a belt that had an assortment of small tools on it before he made his way to the scrap metal skip.

He was going to need to work - and work hard at that - to get things properly fortified in two hours or less, that was for sure.


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Edit: I've reworked this chapter a bit from the original version to better reflect Daz's true character at this point in the story.

Point out any grammar mistakes I missed, please.

The 2 most recent chapters can be viewed early for all $1 patrons!

A big thank you to all of my patrons.

Give my other novels a read if you have the time, please.

Main Story (guaranteed 3 chapters per week)

Lone, The Wanderer | Shovels In Spades

Side Stories (no set release schedule)

Hello, You're Through To Hades, How Can I Help You Today? | Paradox

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