Orcus Sapiens

Charlie is a lumberjack. He cuts trees, watches Airplane! on job sites, and still hasn’t fixed that rotator cuff. He is not, by any reasonable measure, destined for anything.The last thing he remembers on Earth is Leslie Nielsen protesting "I am serious.  And don't call me Shirley."He wakes up naked in a featureless black room: splitting headache, wetware handshake, and a text box mechanically reporting that his flannel was destroyed as a biohazard. The character sheet insists his birth substrate isn’t human—it’s Orcus Sapiens: adversarial template, trial mob, NPC, a scaffold built to be reskinned into whatever the dungeon needs.Option ineligible for selection.He keeps human anyway. It’s the last thing he can hold onto.Welcome to Algernon—a place built around a world dungeon where economies, factions, and faiths all orbit the grind. TheWay is a new rules framework and Charlie is one of the lab rats. As the trial moves from menus to meatspace—dungeons, strain, and something watching the results—he has to decide what “player” even means when the experiment wants a number, and he’s only sure about one thing: his name.  His only friend is a 300,000 year old bio-hacked freeware UI shaped like a Kitsune.  His only protection is sarcasm.LitRPG / system fantasy. Bureaucratic horror meets dungeon progression. Strong language in places.