A Chap's Ramblings: Day 2 - Food and Explaining things
"Author Note: These will not be frequently updated (I'm lazy), and will be quite short... Sorry :( (P.S. GameChap = Adam, BertieChap = Bertie)
"Wilson's stomach rumbled. It was still quite dark, and the voices seemed to notice the rumble. "I say, chap, move closer to the fire, and I'll cook the food for you" said the first voice. Wilson inched closer to the fire, curious. "Do you two have names?" he asked. "Of course we do, old chap!" replied the second voice. "I'm Bertie, and he's Adam." continued Bertie. Wilson made a mental note to not confuse the two, and noted that once again, his hands were moving in seemingly nonsensical patterns across the fire, only to produce neatly cooked and cut carrots, and what looked like piles of mushed berries.
"How do you two do these sort of things? Cook my food, cut it, make tools, that's what I mean." Wilson asked, ponderous. "Oh, we have our mysterious way, don't we, Adam, old chap?" said Bertie, seemingly amused. "Well, yes, old boy, that we do, but if you won't explain it properly, I will." said Adam, sounding slightly cross. "Basically, we have a list of all the objects in your... um... 'inventory'. We also have a list of things you can make with them, and we just select one, and presto! And the carrots? We have no idea ourselves, old chap. Sorry." Adam explained patiently.
Suddenly, the entire field where they were camping was flooded with light, and Wilson had to squint against the bright light. "Eh? What's happening?" he said, confused. He heard a chuckle from the two. "That was the sun going up, old bean. Sorry for laughing, but it seems so silly to us that you didn't figure it out instantly." Adam said, giggling. Wilson stared angrily into nothing, as the voices had no physical manifestation. "Now what then?" Wilson asked, spinning on the spot, observing the land. "Well, we'll need some rocks, we have plenty of food and wood, but we must be careful not to let that precious food spoil now, old chap! We'll need plenty when Winter comes..." said Bertie, now sounding slightly less jolly. "Well, let's go this way..." Adam said, cautiously. Wilson was frozen solid, looking for all the world like he had be slapped. "Winter?" he asked weakly. "No point on dwelling on that now, is there? Now, onward, TO ADVENTURE!" Adam and Bertie cried, and Wilson loosened, and began walking, picking berries, carrots, and even mushrooms.
Soon, it was nightfall, but they found their way into what the duo called a savanna, and they sounded quite excited about it. "We'll take a break here. Make a fire, I'll cook it, and then, tomorrow, we can have a look around this savanna! How does that sound, old chap?" Adam said excitedly. "I won't even ask what excites you so much about a savanna, but sure." Wilson said, his hands still spinning like crazy.
And that's all for now folks! See you in my next exciting outing! Until then!