Rated: PG-13
Language: English
Categories: Humour/Adventure
Title: A Day in the Life of a Terrarian
Summary: What happens when we die? Do we float in nothingness for eternity, or are we reborn to a new life? Are we sent to paradise, or to the underworld to atone for our sins, or some world in-between to atone for our wrongdoings? I don't know the answer, but if the guide opens the door for one more Slime, he's going to find out quite quickly.
Author's Note: I hate myself for this.
A Day in the Life of a Terrarian
Day 1
I awoke in this strange new world with no recollection of how I arrived or where I come from. The only memory I have is of my name, and the only items I have on my person are a pickaxe, an axe, and a shortsword. My only companion seems to be a man who calls himself Andrew.
This man claims to know how to help me survive in this strange land - insists that I trust him, and that in return for my trust, he will reward me with his assistance and advice. He is the only person I have seen so far, and as far as my eyes can see there are nothing but trees, dirt, and hills, so I suppose I am left with little in the way of options.
Andrew revealed to me that I need to mine ores in order to create armour.
The fact that I even need armour is a source of discomfort to my already uneasy mind.
So far, my search has been somewhat fruitful; I found enough stone, torches and copper ore in conjunction with the wood provided by the trees here to smelt a few copper bars and forge a copper hammer. I also found a few clay pots, which Andrew tells me are randomly generated by the forces that drive this strange land. He says they contain various helpful objects, and after breaking one, I realized that they also contain silver and copper coins. For a moment I almost felt guilty; what if these pots we found were left by someone?
My guide assured me that the pots have no owners, and although I feel the slightest bit guilty, I finally was convinced to take the contents of the pots and continue my mining venture with little more interferance more than a terrifyingly large worm. I have decided that I like them significantly less than the Slimes that I have seen bounding around eating rabbits.
Night is approaching quickly; has it been an entire day already? Andrew seems nervous, so perhaps I should go see what has my new friend so riled up.
-Gambrien
Turning to the tanned blonde, Gambrien's cyan eyes locked onto the other man's brown orbs. "You seem a little on-edge, Andrew; are you okay?"
The guide fidgeted nervously, eying his fair-skinned companion as the fading sunlight coloured turquoise tresses with an odd, fiery sheen. The frown that had etched its way across his lips seemed oddly misplaced and uncharacteristic for the normally cheerful man. His eyes drifted away from Gambrien and squinted against the sun as it sank into the horizon, and after a few more moments of silence in which he gathered his thoughts and steeled his nerves, he spoke.
"It seems as if you're going to be here a while and the sun's setting. Maybe we should think about building a small house before darkness falls."
To Be Continued...