Nebel leaves the shrine? Laboratory? Behind him and walks towards the library to start his training along the way he questions the air on various things, each question reveals more details of the world. He had found out that the questions didn’t need to be full sentences but could be barely understandable utterances and they would still work their magic.

“Grass?” grass appears. “Bushes?” Bushes dot the land. “Plants?” the rest of the plant life appears including the trees.

Nebel walks down the lonely path towards the first of the three facilities he will use, the night is calm and quiet and lights illuminate the path showing him the flowering bushes and trees lining the way.

“Hmm, weather?” a light mist seeps along the ground curling around his feet.

Reaching the Library, Nebel walks through the automated doors and into the entrance way of the large elegant building. “Hello sir, how may I help you?” a teenage girl asks him from behind a long wooden counter.

“Hi, can you tell me where the Vectors facility is?”

The girl points down the hall. “It’s the last door so you can’t miss it.”

Nebel walks down the hall and stops at the last door there’s a blank name plate on the door… “Letters?” the plate now reads “Vectors” so Nebel assumes it’s the place and opens the door. Inside the Vectors facility looks just like a wing of any old library except for the lack of gravity, the lights floating around most likely powered by batteries or the old man spinning by the door with his face buried in a large book.

“Hmm, who are you?” the old man asks him peering over his book, which is actually downwards due to the man being upside down.

“I’m called Nebel, I just arrived in this world.” Nebel replies.

“Oh, an alien. So their trying that again.” The old man stops looking at Nebel and returns to his book.

“You’re from the third group of aliens, boy. The first couldn’t take even the reduced pain, they went a bit crazy and ended up leaving and not returning and the second wave of aliens turned out to be from a world of pacifists, completely useless.” The old man closes his book and puts it under his arm, so horizontally under him. Nebel wishes he would stop spinning.

“Well, anyway this should go pretty quickly I’ve got it down to a science.” He changes his tone of voice to a squeak

“So you wish to learn about the mystical art of controlling vectors? It takes lots of patience, imagination and talent to do so, but I will harness your potential and teach you what you need to know.”

He stops squeaking. “But only the basics, at least until you prove yourself, I put way to much effort into the last two groups.” The man beckons before without a single action changing direction and heading upwards.

Nebel steps into the gravity-less zone and kicks off the floor. He goes all the way up to the ceiling thanks to the weightlessness and then kicks his way over to where the old man is pulling out a newly printed book.

“I wrote an algorithm on learning the basics after the last group. Just read that and follow the directions you should be able to perform the basics in about an hour.”

The old man spins slowly away while pulling out his book once more.

Nebel looks after the old man with disbelief written on his face before opening the book on vectors.

The book is obnoxiously written in a format worthy of a children's book and even has pop ups.

The first page has a big arrow pointing what would be up if he wasn’t in a room with neutral buoyancy.

To use magic is really simple boys and girls all you have to do is believe and imagine.

Try this first one any child of three should be able to do it.

Think about what you wish to move and think about it moving up and say UP.

Now wasn’t that easy, but down use that on mommy or she will get angry.

The book continued this way through seven more pages of which included: down, left, right, backwards, forwards, vertical spin and horizontal spin. Each page had roughly the same instructions except one had an example of using it on an area and another one talked about using it on oneself.

“Well doesn’t seem so hard. Let’s try it.” Nebel imagines himself moving forwards. “Forwards.”

Nebel slowly accelerates in the direction he is looking. The acceleration only lasts a second and moves Nebel, in this environment with only wind resistance, only two meters.

“Hmm, not very affective. I wonder if the rest are like this.” Nebel tries out the rest of the spells on a few books to be able to see the movement clearer. He notices difficulty making the only one of the books move.

“Must be that they are too similar.” Nebel switches to a big blue book and a slim red book. After a few minutes he manages to push away the big one with backwards and pull the red one with forwards at nearly the same time. He then tries rotating an area horizontally and nearly hits himself with a desk.

“Hmm, I can see that being pretty useful. But I’m not sure about using it in battle it’s too slow.” Nebel checks his status, “Only a one percent reduction to my mental condition.” Nebel grabs the big blue book again and imagines it leaping out of his hand like a bullet and flying across the room.

“Forward.” The book moves slightly faster than the last times but is still nowhere near fast. The grabs the slim red book and tries again it goes nearly twice as fast but also not bullet like.

“Hmm, size seems to matter and my concentration as well. What was it that I learned about vectors in school?” Nebel ponders vectors for a few minutes before remembering.

A vector is a direction of force, not speed, it can be in any direction and various vectors even opposing ones can effect an object at a single moment in time. And lastly any vector can spin an object depending on what part of the object the vector is affecting. Nebel tries this out on a new book. He imagines the book being pushed on one corner and says “Forward.”

The book starts spinning diagonally with two of the corners stationary while the other two flip. The two spinning spells hadn’t done this, the horizontal had spun it spin to fore edge, while the vertical had spun them top to bottom.

“Alright, I should show this off to that guy.” Nebel uses “forwards“ while looking towards the old man and stops himself with “backwards” when he reaches him. The old man looks at him past his book.

“I see you know the most basic of the basics, know anything more?” Nebel holds out the pop up book and like before imagines the vector hitting only the corner. “Forward.” The old man puts away his book, this time diagonally upwards.

“Good you’re not a complete idiot, you’ve learn the basics. You know basic vector imagination and positioning.”

Nebel’s display opens itself infront of him.

Abilities Window[b]Vectors :[b]The Basics

“So it shows me what I’ve learned and to what level but no progress?”

The old man looks a bit happily at Nebel. “You seem like a good student but I’ve been burned to many times by aliens.” The old man shows his left hand to Nebel. “Quite literally. And the rules state I have to make you play for intermediate and onwards.” The old man smirks. “So don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

The Old man points at Nebel and Nebel flies towards the exit like a bullet. Just before exiting the anti gravity well, Nebel slows down and as if on a cushion of air, he slides through the door and into the hall.

Nebel gets off the floor and brushes himself off. “Man, I wish I knew how to do that. Well off to the next one.”

Nebel walks out of the library with a wave to the receptionist teen. He follows a trail just like the last one and soon finds himself in front of a large gymnasium. Walking in he finds a weapons class already in full swing. Opening a watch function he noticed earlier in his display, he sees that its already six O’clock

And considering he had started playing at three when the game was launched, he had already been playing for three hours. “Oh well. Let’s see which classes are available to me.”

Nebel walks up to the man who seems to be running things. “Hello, sir, I’m the alien summoned a little while ago can you tell me what classes I can take?”

The muscle builder type man looks towards him and replies with a HAHA “Man, ditch the sir; call me Dave and sure but I only give one class to beginners.” The man grabs Nebels hand in a firm handshake and then has Nebel follow him over to a lineup of weapons.

“I need to see how much you know about weapons. Grab a sword for slicing.” Nebel looks at the weapons and picks up the first sword he sees.

“Haha, wrong, that’s a short sword. It’s made for hacking and stabing an over whelmed enemy and is paired with a shield, either a big one of a medium sized one. This is one and here’s another.” Dave points at a katana and a rapier.

“A katana makes a bigger deeper slice than a rapier but the rapiers weight allows for more attacks and higher precision. All weapons and even your hands can be deadly when used correctly in the correct situation.”

The man points at a spear “Some people would tell you that an axe man or a swords man can cut a wooden spear and a hammer man bend a metal one but I say the spear man can kill all three if uses long range slicing movements with the tip and only buries the point into someone when he’s isolated or alone. Of course this takes considerable skill and patience much like the rapier.” The man points at a Hammer and a scythe.

“Now these are both difficult to use but in the right situation are devastating. The hammer can crush most defenses and render the strongest man a pulp of flesh but its slow and needs a wide area. Scythes and glaives and other pole weapons are basically spears with a different ending and if they aren’t hammers or axes they are used pretty much the same way, of course with their own quirks but a scythe can by pass a shield and a glaive can slice better than a regular spear and even hack but their stab is inferior to a spear.”

Dave sweeps his arm out to the weapons “There are many more weapons all with their own functions and strengths, test out a few and as procedure dictates I will give you a steel one of your choice after an hour of trying them out.”

Dave starts walking back over to the class. “But a real warrior learns to use as many as possible.”

forgot the the slash now its showing what should be code my professors would flunk me.

urg im already seeing all the mistakes i made : burned too* many times pay for it not play for it etc

i'll try to get it all right next chap starting with the tables