Of Dice And Men Chapter 1, a rwby fanfic

This is practically a one-shot wonder. I wanted to write this up to see how it would fare in the world.

The idea came to me when I was discussing Gamer Fanfictions in a private discord server and because we play D&D I actually had a stray thought about something like this in which the course of the Story and Player is decided by the roll of a dice.
There is a flaw with this of course in the note that I could simply make the rolls go however I wish but there's no fun in that as the idea was to actually roll real dice (physical or digital) and let the results speak for themselves, then build it around that.

Honestly, this was probably just a bad idea in the making considering my luck. May the Dice Gods have mercy on me.

Note: The system is heavily inspired by D&D.

Disclaimer: I don't own this series and never will

When they tell you that there's a light at the end of the tunnel when you die, don't believe them because that's bullshit.
You're probably asking 'How the fuck would you know?' I thought it was obvious because I'm fucking dead, you wet towel! Seriously people these fucking days… Ahem! Moving on. I am dead, and what do you know there's nothing here.

You're probably wondering 'How the fuck are you telling us this?' Because fuck you that's why. The fourth wall is mine for the taking and I'll do what I fucking please to it.

…

Okay, maybe not because the editor just told me I can't control the fourth wall and that I only have temporary breakage for now. Whoops.

Anyway… Why the fuck am I still going on about this? Can we move the fuck on the story is going nowhere...

"Sorry to keep you waiting but it took an absurd amount of time to get the System up and running." Was that the disembodied voice that's supposed to tell me I'm dead and that I'm getting isekai'd?

"Way to ruin my fun introductory… Ah, you what screw the intro, all you need to know is that I manage the System that you will be, how do I put it? 'Beta Testing'" I can feel the smugness from here you know?

"To put it in simple terms…"

Welcome to The Gamer, version 5.0

The Gamer is a System created by yours truly to give those up and coming Original Characters and Self Inserts a bit of power to get them by in the new world they will be unceremoniously dropped into.

(The first guy literally got dropped. He died. I guess surviving a 1-kilometer drop from the sky was not possible for him…)

Please keep in mind that the System will help you but will not make you able to straight roflstomp everything into the ground. At least not until you hit higher levels.

Let's begin, shall we?

Alright, so that was a thing… feels like my brain was being fried when that happened.
So… what do I do?

Stats?

Skills?

Help?

…

Nothing is happening…

Hey! Your system is bugged as fuck!

"Right. Forgot to give you instructions and your complimentary set of Dice."

A literal set of dice appeared in my hands and they looked really fucking fancy.

"Alright… Roll 4d6 then drop the lowest number and add the rest up. The added number will be your statblock until you can increase it manually. There are 6 stats: Strength, Dexterity, Vitality, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma."

Is he serious? My life decided by dice?

"Yes"

…

Fine.

(Editor Note Because Holy Shit What The Fuck: I rolled 3 1's and a 2. That's bullshit. The dice gods have actually forsaken me Jesus the fuck what.)

I stared at the numbers rolled and I'm pretty sure my soul is attempting to leave my body…

One, One, Two, One. The dice gods have actually forsaken me… THIS IS BULLSHIT!

"Wow… Like seriously that is the second possible lowest score. Your STR stat is so screwed that I almost want to let you re-roll considering the world you're gonna end up in."
Please…?
"Haha! No."

Alright, alright.

Proceeding into the next stat roll then…

This one is actually WAY better. Four, Six, Six, Two.
"Is this the beginning of a Dex Prod?"

Shut up.

Next… Another good roll. Six, Three, Six, Three.

"Holy shit it is!"

Did I fucking stutter? Shut. Up.

Next is… INT. Oh, are you fucking kidding me? AGAIN? One, Six, One, One.

"Guess you're a really shitty Barbarian now. Ha!"

Ignoring you. Six, Four, Three, Five. Not bad.

"I'll make sure to ignore all Perception checks you make."
If I could kill you…

Last roll. Three, One, Two, Six. My CHA has a positive bonus which means… Can I?
"I refuse to give you Eldritch Blast unless you sell your soul to a demon."

Pity… The meme must live on.
"Well, with your stats sorted let's give you a nice Character Sheet before working out the rest of the kinks, yes?"
That would be really nice.

Name: (Please Enter A Name)
Class & Level: Huntsman [1] | Subclass: (Not Yet~) | Background: World Traveller
Race: (There's Only Two... Unless...) | Alignment: (Please Don't Be Chaotic Stupid) | Experience Points: 0 (No Cheating Here)
Armour Class: 13 (You Might Want To Increase That) | Initiative: 3 (Guess Dex Pays Off?) | Speed: 30 ft. (What Were You Expecting?)

Hit Points: 250 (6d6 + VIT * 10)
Hit Die: 1d20 + VIT
{Locked}Aura Points: 360 (Hit Points + 1d20 * 10)
Spell Slots: - (Perhaps I'll Allow It)
Death Saves: {}{}{} [][][] (You Could Really Die.)

Strength: 4 [-3](Dear, Dice Gods. FUCK YOU)
Dexterity: 16 [+3](Dex Fag)
Vitality: 15 [+2](Nice Health Nerd)
Intelligence: 8 [-1]("I have an intelligence score of 6 I know what I'm doing")
Wisdom: 15 [+2](Make A Perception Check)
Charisma: 11[+1](I'll just cast Fire B- ELDRITCH BLAST!)
Proficiency Bonus: 2(The Basics)
Passive Perception: 12 (You See A Tree. It Is In Fact A Tree.)

{Saving Throws}

Strength: -3 (Make An Athletics Check, Nerd)
Dexterity: 5 (You'll Need It)
Vitality: 4 (Don't Die To Poison)
Intelligence: -1 (Smart? No.)
Wisdom: 2 (Wise? Somewhat.)
Charisma: 1 (Charismatic? Y- ELDRITCH BLAST!)

{Skill Checks}

{Features & Feats}

[The Gamer: You've lived one life before, now prepare yourself for Life 2: Electric Boogaloo!]
(Unlocked Through Background: World Traveller)
This Feature provides absolutely no benefits and is simply a reminder that you failed three death saves.

[Unique Fighting Style: I always bring a gun to a knife fight]
(Unlocked Through Class: Huntsman)
The fighters of this world have adopted unique ways of fighting the forces of evil, you decided that you needed that as well.

{Attacks & Spellcasting}

N/A (Set This Up Yourself Nerd)

{Equipment}

[Starter Pack]

-Clothes (Unless you like nakedness?)
-Gunknife (You think I was joking?)
-Bedroll (Sleeping is for bitches)
-5,000 Lien (Starter Cash)
-Backpack (How else will you hold your 492 Cheese Wheels?)

{Languages & Proficiencies}

[English]
(The fuck did you expect? Japanese?)

[Simple Weapons]
(The Basics Part 2)

[Martial Weapons]
(The Advanced Basics)

[Mecha-Shift Weapons]
(The mad man brought a gun to a knife fight...)

Well, that was an info dump. Thanks, I guess.

"Cool. Now let me just get this ready. And... Done! You may now pick some options out from the list."
I feel cheated. No matter.
Let's see... Human, Neutral Good, and my name shall be!
"Nope! Sorry, you'll need to do that later. BYE HAVE A GREAT TIME!"
I didn't even get a chance before I was flung into that world... I fucking hate this DM.

There it is... Beautiful, ain't it?
This is only an idea and as I said, a One-Shot among One-Shots, I don't plan on continuing this and it was more just a test on how it would receive on the feedback department.
I normally prefer reading than writing despite how many awful fanfictions actually exist... not that I wouldn't be adding to that pile.
Thanks for sticking around towards the end and may the Dice Gods have mercy upon your soul.