Chapter 2...
With Jeremy the slime skipping behind him, Guide continued to roam aimlessly. He and Jeremy had exchanged thoughts for quite some time, at some intervals stopping entirely just to talk. Jeremy had given him a scoop of the one thing he didn't understand: what is Terraria. All of the other thoughts placed in his head fit perfectly except for this nagging one. The slime eagerly explained that Terraria was the event of a player being whisked into a parallel universe where the rules of physics were completely defied, and Einstein apparently had no control of. Strange things could happen here, and the night wasn't safe.
"Am I the... Player? I seem like the tutorial giver, not the playing piece." Guide said in a flat tone of voice, betraying nothing.
"No, the player is yet to arrive. But you are indeed a living tutorial, and I will help you carry the terrible burden." Jeremy said kindly.
"Terrible... What?" Guide asked, confused.
"It isn't easy. One of the criteria for players is that they must be stubborn and never willing to lose." The slime replied very cautiously. The guide rolled his eyes.
"What good are criteria in the wilderness?" Guide asked, mind cranking to a halt.
"Well, professionals have standards ya know..." Jeremy started, pausing as if to remember something, "Oh yes! Be polite!" Guide pictured a player with shining armor chopping the head off the one of the night's vicious fauna (of which he came packed with knowledge of, batteries not included) before saying a sarcastic apology, "Be efficient!" Guide imagined a player blasting the head's off dozens of monsters with one well aimed arrow.
"And always have a plan to win every fight the moment you start!"
Guide started to picture the player preparing for the fight with the-
"NO!" Guide shrieked before falling prostrate, "WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE!?" Jeremy was thoroughly startled and confused, jumping backwards and slipping on a deposit of iron.
"What on Earth...?" Jeremy started before going back into guide's consciousness, so he could be heard. Fortunately, he understood what guide said well enough even throughout conscience withdrawal. He did however, wish to see what brought guide to this change. When he entered guide's now unconscious mind, he only saw one image: a linen doll, shaped exactly like guide, being held in the hands of a horribly tired and shaken player, with regret filling his expression. Bitter tears streaked his face, leaving small lines down his cheek. He held it above the lava, in a landscape made of the ashes of the dead. He had to sacrifice guide to even begin the fight, which seemed almost too much for poor guide to have plaguing his mind.