Wake up sir
Your dreaming, wake up
Do not let it take your mind
Do you not wish to be happy
See the light of day?
Now, you must hurry, none of this is real.
Do not be afraid of the coming peril
Now GO, see that the world is saved!
Do not let the dark power of corruption take over our world, poisoning the mind and spirit, laying waste to a once great land. With forests that extent past the eyes reach.
So.. Now wake up... My time has come... But you still have a chance... Save the world of terraria... Defeat the coming darkness. I have faith in you,young hero...
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It was midday, in a clearing lie a young adult, dressed in what accounts too as rags, he has red hair that may of been blond at one point.
Bright red blood surrounds him, however not a wound on his body is to be seen.
In a moment the young man seemed to animate, his blood flowing bones creaking. The young man going painfully slow starts to stand up.
Limb by limb he takes his first steps, walking faster and faster in the lush clearing below.
Faster and faster he goes, from a walk, a run to a sprint. Sprinting faster and faster to near superhuman levels. only for him drop onto his knees. Looking upward, panting he sees a large castle made what seemed to be marble. It seemed to glow with such brilliance, that it may have been worthy of the gods; it seemed to touch the sky itself.
However today it was like that no longer, the castle that shone with bright white light, now glows with a bleak purple. Vain of pure black seem to be spread evil as it grows. The once great castle is now but a shadow of what it once was.
The young man looked upon the crushed castle with a grimace, his home was destroyed, the shadow had destroyed everything, he owned, his friends, family. With his clothes, he made his way away from his home and into the wilderness, away from the shadow,away from his haunted memories, and away from his home.
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Slice, cut, thrust, the lands of terraria were a dangerous place, the most common adversary were the many types of slimes, Giant blobs of a strange gel material that somehow gained sapience. A red haired young man knew this well, having been worried by his parents of the dangers of the unprotected lands.
However our red haired survivor had quickly learned that no story could ever come close to experiencing was close to how it was in real life to hold a makeshift sword, feel the blunt weapon but an extension to his own arm, tear through a slime; the adrenaline pumping through his system, feel time itself seem to slow as his enemy's break apart.
Slimes attack by draining life force; to do this they require physical contact, some are even know to completely envelope people draining at a very fast rate. To kill a slime you have to separate it into many small parts, destroying its sapience turning it into normal gel.
With the danger gone time returns to normal, puting leftover gel into his bag as he continues his trek through the grassland defeating any slime who stand in his way.