This is a short tale of the Becoming Monsters Universe by AiLovesToGrow.
Perhaps my most-requested short, from both readers and co-writers. There is no consolidated guide to the universe, and this is intentional, but a little primer of what "everybody knows" is apparently much desired. Thankfully, I happen to have a university and a friendly professor who happens to look an awful lot like me located there. This chapter is a bit denser than usual, but it seemed necessary.
Amy is the creation of QM-Vox, a good friend and mentor of mine from way before I started this whole story writing thing. She hails from a completed project called Dungeon Life Quest.
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Story 4: Changed World 101
Claws ticking on the tile floor, tail held back, whiskers and glasses straight, lab coat crisp and white. This particular lecture was going to be recorded, broadcast, and referenced for quite some time, and it came as a result of research that started almost from the minute the Change occurred. In his arms were several binders, along with a thumb drive with an extensive set of presentation slides already loaded. Though he was scheduled to teach a one-time 101-level lecture on something every single person present had lived through, and had been told to keep it simple, he knew that there was no way it would stay that way.
Professor Otterly Ruddertail was not the name he had been born with, but it was the one he'd chosen and it certainly helped set him apart. So did the lab coat, despite its lack of real function outside of a lab.
The building was one he taught at regularly. Say whatever else you wanted to about Yellowstone University, and there was a lot to say, but it really was home. Along with being one of the primary centers of the research he specialized in, of course. Surprising what a statistician could get into with the Status. Such a pity his best student was off investigating things in Seattle. He opened the door with his shoulder, arms full, and walked on into the auditorium ground floor like he belonged there. To be fair, he did. It was about ten minutes before he was scheduled to start speaking, but by the crowd you'd think he was late. This classroom had a capacity of over two hundred students, and this might be the first time every seat in it was filled. There were people standing in the aisles, too, along with every place they could find a couple of square feet to fit. The noise, too, was a living thing, the people here excited to be present for it.
Nice change of pace, that. Beat freshman algebra any day of the week.
He got to the podium and started organizing himself. The binders were arranged more for ease of carrying than for order and needed a bit of a shuffle, the thumb drive needed to be connected to the computer linked up to the display to do anything useful, and he needed to get his mind set for what was to come. Otterly made it through perhaps three quarters of the process before students started to get much quieter all of a sudden. He sniffed the air subtly, invoking his Teacher abilities to try to get a sense of why. Yep, good sign. Several of his students, which is to say most of the room, had realized he was almost ready to begin. He glanced at his watch. Five minutes to go, and everything was about ready. Nobody else would be able to fit in the room, and this was going to be recorded anyway, so he might as well kick things off. A glance behind him showed that the presentation folder was open, a couple of clicks brought up the title screen. Showtime.
He stood, straightening out, and grabbed the microphone. Good, it was wireless, he wouldn't be confined to the podium. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am Professor Otterly Ruddertail, and today I will be presenting for you a brief history of our Changed World."
The murmur which had been persisting dropped off to nothing. He took the moment it was doing so to take a glance at a few key points. The screens were all on and showing the right thing (and please don't ask about the event that made him pay attention to that, thank you VERY much), the cameras were pointed in the right direction with recording lights on, and a substantial fraction of the student population was taking out materials to take notes. This was as good as he was going to get.
"Thank you all for coming to my class. I know that everyone here lived through the events I'm about to speak about, so a lot of this won't be a shock. Perhaps some of it will, though, and for those who watch the recordings or read the transcripts some years in the future I want to make sure you know how we saw things at ground zero. Yes, even if that person is me. Thank you, as well, to those watching through your screens. Please send any questions you have to the chat room moderators, I will not be able to see general commentary unless one of them forwards it. I would also like to thank the giants whose shoulders I was obligated to stand on to write this presentation, notably Doctors Kong and Honda, as well as the governments of the United States, Spain, and Germany for making data available. I'll start with the obvious."
He hit the button. The first slide was a date and time. The digital number face showed 11:00 PM, August 6th, Eastern Standard Time.
"This is a day that will be remembered, and why we are all here. It struck simultaneously worldwide, so while most in Washington DC were asleep for the initial shock others were not so lucky. Across the world, everyone acquired Status Screens detailing our inner attributes, all in the language and measurement style we feel most comfortable with. The Ten Attributes told us raw measures of our Strength, Endurance, Dexterity, Agility, Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma, Luck, Perception, and Health, scaled such that 10 was human average before the Change and 20 was a world-class contender. Percentage-based displays of Health, Stamina, Mana, and other esoteric resources are there as well, though notably only percentages display and not absolute values. We were all assigned our Classes, and approximately a third of us became Changed Races."
The next slide showed scenes ranging from beauty to terror. "It interrupted the work day in Valencia, it struck in the middle of midday prayers in the Middle East and India, and one particular ballet performance in Russia got much more dramatic than it was likely intended. Regardless, we count time from that day, now. From August 6th through December 31st of that year are known as Year Zero, and thereafter we call them AC, or After the Change. Today is Monday, September 15th, 5AC."
A student in the front row raised her hand. "Yes, Jennifer?"
"What day is it by the old calendar?" The large woman wore a witch's robes, though thankfully she'd left the hat in her dorm room. Given that she was eight feet tall, she was enough of an obstacle to those behind her already.
"Thank you for asking, but I will not clarify. We have a decent idea of what day it is by prior reckoning, but looking into many of those indicators shows that things are no longer quite exactly the way they once were. Weather patterns we recorded and ones we remember don't quite sync up, same with lunar phases, and a few others. For this reason, the world has adopted the new standard. Mostly, anyway, there are always holdouts. Any other questions from the introduction? Alright, now into the hard part."
The next screen was a simple line graph. One with an incredibly sharp drop near its end, with the line now rising once more.
"The world did not take the Change well. By the end of Year Zero, the total population was cut approximately in half. Some of this was due to new demands some of our bodies put on us. Many who Changed into Demonic Races in their sleep died from their Hungers before they woke. A Squid Beastkin in the desert would likely not make it to water before dehydrating. Others died in violence. The Dungeons appeared and monsters with them. This led to deaths, both from monster attacks and from people attacking people who looked monstrous before the differences were understood. Many from oppressed underclasses... or those who wished to be on top of the new heap... took their Race and Class abilities as a sign to rise up. Many areas of the world are still, five years later, locked in a state of war. India, China, Russia, and some areas of Africa most notably. No news is making it out of Bangkok, either. All of this pales in relation to the number one cause of death over those months."
Another click brought up a pie chart, labeled "Confirmed Causes of Death, 0-1 AC". The largest slice occupied 49% of the display: suicide.