Prologue. Creation.
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Generating world terrain...45%
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Adding sand...
Puttin dirt behind dirt...
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Making random holes...
Generating small caves...
Generating large caves...
Adding snow...
Generating jungle...
Generating floating islands...
Adding mushroom patches...
Adding shinies...
Creating underworld...
Creating dungeon...
Making the world evil...
Adding gems...
Cleaning up dirt backgrounds...
Creating hornet nests...
Smoothing the world...
Settling liquids...
Creating waterfalls...
Hiding treasure...
Hiding more treasure...
Growing spider caves...
Mossification...
Making cave walls...
Placing traps...
Spreading grass...
Growing cacti...
Growing trees...
Planting herbs...
Planting weeds...
Growing vines...
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Summoning power of light…
Summoning sentinel of light...
Summoning spirit of light...
Starting up virtualization...
Welcome to Expert!
Chapter 1. The Beginning.
I felt a gentle breeze pass over me as I lay on the ground staring at a tree trunk. It was all so quick. A small jolt and an instant blackout. I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that this world was different than the one I was in a minute ago. I got up slowly and surveyed the surrounding area. Nothing out of the ordinary was there. Green grass like usual. However, something felt different.
I checked the backpack that was on my back to find a copper sword, a rusty pickaxe, and a large copper axe. I didn't remember having these with me, but I can probably put them to good use. Just then, I heard a loud plop. I turned to find a little glob of green jelly on the ground. It jumped again and landed with another plop. Instinct told me that it was a threat and I grabbed the sword out of the backpack. It made another little bounce toward me.
"This little Green Slime can't be that much of a threat...right?" I asked myself out loud.
I was morbidly curious and inched closer. Again, it plopped towards me. I lowered my sword as I watched it struggle to get over a small stone. A couple more plops and it was right at my feet. It lifted a part of itself as if to examine me. Slowly, I backed up as it came back down, readying for another jump. I blinked and it was gone. I turned around and found it mid-jump. It gnawed at my arm as I tried to get it off. It was a real struggle getting the piece of gelatin off, but I was able to shake it off before the bite became fatal. I whipped out my sword and began slashing at it. It fell apart into little pieces, but then came back together and came for me again. I needed a new strategy. I picked up the pickaxe, ran up ahead, and dug a deep hole. The Green Slime took another large jump at me, but fell into the pit. I covered the hole with dirt and breathed a sigh of relief. As I sat down underneath a tree, I heard a soft, sparkling noise. I turned to my left and was blinded by a flash of green light. When the light faded, another person was there. He was in the same position as I was. He even had a backpack on the same way I did. I slowly approached him and heard a low groan.
"What was that?" the stranger muttered.
He began to stand up, but stopped mid-way when he saw me.
"Who are you? And where am I?" he asked quickly.
"That's the same thing I was going to ask you." I admitted.
He sat down in silence. I took a good long look at him. He was a strange one. He had short, but well-kept black hair. They streamed down the back of his neck and not a single hair was out of order. He had a dark gray tank top on with khaki pants and brown shoes. He didn't look distinct in any way, but he looked unique to me.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
"Uh..," I stalled, "I'm GrapeSoda. How about you?"
"My name's Zigneg, but I prefer the name Z-Dawg." he replied.
"I guess since you're here and...we're here...we might as well build a shelter." I suggested.
"That's a great idea. We need to get going though. The sun is setting."
I looked up into the sky and found that the sun was setting. We had only a couple hours to make a place to hide. Z-Dawg grabbed the axe out of his backpack and began to chop down trees. I had a quicker way of getting us to safety. I grabbed my pickaxe and began to dig out a hole on the side of a hill. As the last of the trees fell, Z-Dawg came to me with his new pile of wood.
"Are we going to situate in here?" he complained as he looked around the dirty hole.
"Yes, but don't worry it's just a temporary home until we can get a proper house. I'll just liven it up a bit with the wood." I rationalized.
"Alright," Z-Dawg said as he gave me some wood, "I'll be digging a mining shaft over here if you need me."
He descended into the shaft and I began the renovation of our little hole. As I finished coating the walls and floor with wood, I noticed a blue glow outside. I looked outside and saw another man on the ground in the same spot that Z-Dawg was. I looked up and saw the moon rise. I knew that he was going to be in trouble so I ran out to him. I grabbed him by the arm and tried to lift him with no luck. He groaned and he slowly opened his eyes to see me looking right into them.
"Get up! We need to go now!" I told him in a panicky voice as I saw the Zombies coming over the horizon.
"I don't want to..." he moaned.
I pulled on his arm frantically as the moans of the Zombies came closer and became increasingly louder. When he heard the Zombies, he sprang to his feet. I grabbed onto him and dragged him to the hole. As we got in, Z-Dawg was just crawling out of his new mining shaft. I rushed to the workbench I made when I was renovating the hole and crafted a door. I rushed to the hole's entrance just in time to put the door in as the Zombies came up to it. I backed off as the Zombies groaned and scratched at the door in vain. I sat on the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who's this?" Z-Dawg asked.
"I'm IceCreamPie!" he answered energetically.
"Nice to meet you. I'm GrapeSoda and this is Z-Dawg" I introduced.
"Cool! You guys can just call me IceCream if you want. Or Pie. Whichever one you want!" IceCream exclaimed.
"Do you know why we're here Pie?" Z-Dawg asked.
"Not a clue. I remember falling asleep and then woke up to GrapeSoda pulling on me!"
I leaned on the workbench and sighed. "Why are we here and who else is coming?"
"No idea, but I'm pretty sure we can't be the only ones here. Did you see a Guide of some sort when you were here GrapeSoda?" Z-Dawg asked as he made a furnace behind me.
"No, I didn't. But then again, I didn't stand up immediately. I laid there for a good hour wondering where I was." I admitted.
"He's probably stuck in some hole somewhere." IceCream said, "Or maybe he's out there with the Zombies."
"Who knows," Z-Dawg commented, "He could be dead for all we know, but honestly, if he was, I wouldn't be that concerned."
"Yeah. We probably know more than that guy...right?" I asked, nervously.
"Of course. I have a feeling he just says things that are pretty obvious." Z-Dawg said.
"Don't go outside at night. It can be really dangerous!" IceCream mocked, "We can see that!"
"Here, hang a couple of these around. It's really dark." Z-Dawg said as he handed me some torches. I took them and placed them in the nooks of the wooden planks. They helped light up our temporary home very well. Z-Dawg took some Lead Bars out of the furnace and used them to make a large chest. He put it down next to the furnace and began to put the rest of his mining prospects into it.
In the light of the torches, I was able to get a proper look at IceCream. He had a large gray trench coat on covering him from his shoulders downward. Inside he had a bluish green shirt on with dark gray pants. His brown hair was slightly ruffled, but remained in shape. It looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Well. Good thing is that we have a place to put our loot now." Z-Dawg informed us as he closed the chest. I stood up and put a couple of things I had found in. A good amount of dirt, some stone, leftover torches, and wood. I had found a strange looking plant a while ago, but I decided to keep it secret.
"We need to gear up." I said as I let IceCream take a look through the chest.
"Yes, but that means more digging for ores. We can use them to make weapons and armor." Z-Dawg said.
"That's going to take a while, but I guess it's a necessary effort." I admitted.
"I think we should have...specializations or classes, if you will." IceCream recommended.
"Alright, sure." Z-Dawg agreed.
"I've been a seasoned melee expert. I'll handle swords and the sorts." I chimed in.
"I'll take the magic role!" IceCream exclaimed.
"Ok. I'll take the ranged class then." Z-Dawg confirmed.
We went on to prepare for the future as the sun came up. As it came up from the dark hills, the Zombies and Demon Eyes are highlighted by the bright sun rays. The Zombies began to stumble away from our doorstep and the Demon Eyes flew away from our walls. Z-Dawg went back down into his mine shaft and IceCream went out to gather wood and other various materials we may need. I crafted myself a chair and sat down in front of the door. I grabbed my sword as I saw the slimes come over the horizon. There are many battles to be had in this world. Many will be for survival, but some will be for the truth. I gripped my sword tighter as I stood up. The slimes were jumping towards me again. I walked out of our shelter, ready for anything.