A/N: Hey, it be me!
Funnily enough, I am... Sleepy as all hell! So... yeah...
Writing this mainly because it came to mind and I wanted to do something. That's it...
So... Uh... Enjoy?
Well, this is really stupid.
A world filled with monsters and shite?
Weird resources that can power shit?
Crystals that have special magical attributes?
What in gods' name have I ended up in?!
I'm gonna have to try and survive in this shit hole?! A hole where black furry bloodthirsty fucks exist and want my bones?!
God damn it...
I got no choice but to use my brain in building shite.
Also, what the fuckity-fuckity-fuck-fuck is
this shit?!
It's gonna be a lot of fucking bullshit! I didn't sign up to this shite! I just wanted to play a game about building a nice boat and fight for resources, not survival!
I didn't want to do moral decisions!
-A damn idiot! No fucking idea on time and date!
"Ugh... fucking... damn it." A man muttered under his breath, getting up into a sitting position while rubbing the back of his head with his right hand. "I feel like I experienced a roller coaster! Specifically: the crashing of a damn roller coaster!"
The man was... more of a teenager than a man. He had extremely short hair, to the point of people mistaking that he's going bald. He has a tuft of beard hair on his chin, but can't really be considered one... And he has a comically large moustache on his face, almost like it was glued on...
The man opens his eyes and looks around, then realizes that he isn't where he usually is. "The hell? Argh, hell... What have I got myself into now?" The man muttered to himself.
Surrounding him was a forest of unknown size. Not to mention that it's dark out, causing low visibility.
Thankfully, for the man, he saw a brown lump on the ground. It was actually rather large and had reflective bits on it.
"Huh?" The man muttered, taking a closer look, his eyebrow raised in curiousity.
He touched the thing, and thankfully again, it wasn't just a pile of feces left by some animal.
"Feels like leather... Not really, feels like fabric... Okay, I have no idea how to explain it." He says in irritation.
He touched the surface of the lump, till he found something he could grab onto. Soon he realized something "It's a backpack! Pretty good, if I say so myself." The man says in delight.
But then his face fell into a frown, "But I can't see a damn thing in front of me..." He muttered, looking into the darkness.
"Maybe... Maybe I could climb up a tree and look around?..." He says, looking up a tree, before shrugging with a "why not?" and wraps his arms and legs around the tree trunk.
He then shimmies his way up the tree, finding it difficult to stay on. "One, two, three. One, two, three." He keeps counting in a rhythm, being in some sort of pace.
After about 2 minutes of climbing or so, he reached the top. He climbed onto the branches of the tree to climb higher, while also being careful on not falling.
"Finally!..." The man pants out, holding onto the trunk, while his legs rested on a branch, "Made it... up here!..."
He looks up, hoping to see some stars in order to navigate, but doesn't really see any, "Argh... damn it. Was hoping as well..." He sighs in frustration again, looking around.
Then, his jaw dropped when he noticed and realized something wasn't right with the sky.
"What?... The fuck?..." he muttered in disbelief, staring at the sight, "Did... Did the human race managed to create a bomb deadlier than the hydrogen bomb?... Hell, it looks like it was destroyed by Tzar Bombas' great great granddad or something."
In front of his very eyes, he is witnessing a moon that is in pieces, shattered in front if him.
"How?... How the fuck-? How does the damn physics work here?! Those stray pieces should be crashing back down now!" The man begins to rant, "Those pieces should have crashed down already! They shouldn't be floating above the crater like that! Sure, they could be in Geo-stationary orbit, like a satalite, but the fucking chances of that happening from an explosion is ZILCH! It makes no fucking sense! And even then, EVEN FUCKING THEN, if all of that was geostationary orbit, it would be fucking moving around, spinning, I should be able to see the shadows-" He stopped, as he gave up on ranting about the apparent illogicalness of the moon, "Screw it, I have better things to focus on."
He looked at the surroundings, when- "Oh, sweet! Civilization over there!... over the mountains... fuck."
What he did was checking the sky on light pollution. If there is a civilization, he just needed to check the light pollution and he is good to go.
With this new-found knowledge, the man slid back down the tree and began thinking... "I need to get there and over the mountains, but how?... I have no way of traversing, besides on foot." He thought out-loud, rubbing his moustache.
After a while of thinking, the man just said "fuck it" and began his trek to civilization...
Only to be stopped by his sudden realization, "Ah, hell. I need to climb the mountain. I most certainly don't have the equipment," He mutters, "Unless..." He turns his head to the backpack he picked up.
"Well... It is quite heavy..."He mutters, taking off the backpack. The man opens it up to find basic supplies and a lantern. "Oh? This will do." He says, taking out the lantern and staring at it.
"I hope I remember how to light it." He mutters, taking out a match box from his pocket. He takes out a match and lights it, then opens up the lantern and lights that as well.
The lantern took a bit of time to light, but it managed to light, "Yes!" The man says excitedly, throwing away the match "Still got it!"
He picks up the lantern and takes a better look at the backpack, only for his face to contort in confusion "This... This looks like the Cozy Camper item from TF2... Why do I have sniper's backpack?" The man asks, really confused now.
"It even came with a complimentary jar for piss... Not pre-filled, thankfully." He says, checking out the backpack, "Apparently it has the essentials as well. So I'm gonna have to travel towards the mountains and hopefully make it to civilization."
"Well..." He sighs, getting up and putting on the backpack, "Time to go ahead and walk to civilization." and begins stepping forward into more of the unknown...
And so he stepped forth, taking his first step in his journey to civilization. His hopes of arriving are high.
But... soon the weather changed, and with it arrived the rain. The ground become muddy and sometimes untraverseable even,
But still, the man kept his chin up and continued marching forward in the weather.
Until...
"...You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, hurroo hurroo. You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, hurroo hurroo." The man, marching in pace, sang out loud to keep himself entertained. "You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, You're a spineless, boneless, chickenless egg, You'll have to be put with the bowl to beg, Johnny I hardly knew-"
But the man was interrupted by a howl, A really loud howl. "Jeeezsus. A bit loud, innit?" The man exclaims, cleaning his ear with his pinkie finger, but stopped when he heard growling near by.
"Oh, scheisse." The man mutters under his breath, his face pale and his moustache stiff. He turns his head around slowly, expecting it to just be a wolf, but to his dismay... It was, but it looked like a demonic wolf... A small one, but still.
The man slowly unhooked a pot from his backpack and wielded it. He is ready to swing at the wolf any moment. "Come on then, you black turd." He mutters, his eyes squinted at the wolf.
Taking up to the mans' challenge, it jumped at the man, only to banged against the head with the pot "Gotcha, ya hooligan!" He yells, now jumping onto the wolf instead and beating it with the pot.
"I-!" *BANG* "am not-!" *BANG* "A bloody damn-!" *BANG* "Dog person!" *BANG* "I-" *BANG* "Fucking loathe-!" *BANG* "All dogs!" *BANG* "You-!" *BANG* "Piece of shit-!" *BANG* "Bastard with a snout-! *BANG* "And an idiots' brain!" *BA-AN-AN-ANG*!
Ultimately, he decided to beat the wolf to death with a pot. The pot itself was covered in the wolfs' black substance, but was still usable.
"Damn stupid dog..." The man seethes, anger seeping into his voice... Until he took several breaths and calmed down. "I need to get myself checked out later, I don't want to end up beating a persons' dog to death..." He sighs out with a facepalm.
"Well... Time to continue onward." He mutters, hooking the pot to his backpack and begins walking toward civilization again.
But even with the short interruption, the man still held his chin up high.
He did not care for other factors right now, as he was continuing to press on against the wilderness.
It took a couple of hours, but he finally reached the base of the mountain, only to be met with something worse...
His basic instinct for food... He was hungry right now, but still had the energy to march forth.
The weather is finally getting to him now, as he sneezes and shivers from being wet and cold.
Yet he kept moving, trekking up the mountain in order to make it to civilization...
"Agh... Damn it!" The man yelled, right before sneezing, "T-this damn cold is killing me. W-Why do I have t-to climb up a damn m-mountain?"
He's currently climbing up a steep slope, he can see the top being far away still. "And I have t-to climb all the w-way up there? Just to g-get past the damn mountains?" The man mutters with some frustration in his voice.
He places his foot into another foothold he found, only for the rocks to grumble "Woah!" The man grunts in surprise, "That's the f-fifth time in a row now." He mutters, holding tightly onto the side of the mountain.
*Achoo!* *sniff* "Ugh... damn sneezing." He curses, "I have to god damn climb up a mountain on a most-likely unknown planet-. No, I am not gonna begin ranting about the possibility of humans existing here and speaking the same language."
He continues to climb up with a heave and a hoo. His backpack clinging and clanking from his movement.
Seeing light now, he sees the sun rising and sighs with his eyes closed "Thank all-mighty..." He opened his eyes and stared at the sun, "The sun's rising... I would expect there to be two suns in this stupid place at this rate..."
He marveled at the sight for a while, before yelling a "Right-o!" and a "Back to climbing!"
He placed another foot on a foothold, but that broke off as well... "Fuck..."
After his short brake he made, he kept on climbing up the large mountain.
With him becoming hungrier by the hour and his resolve weakening, It is unclear if he would make it over...
His thoughts were simple now, "Get to a city", "Get food", "Survive" was the chant in his head, as he still stubbornly kept climbing up the side of the mountain.
He didn't allow other thoughts into his head at this rate, he didn't care about animal life or crops or anything of the sort over the mountain. It could might as well been a dry swamp ahead, but he didn't care.
He saw the light of a city behind the mountains and he was gonna get there eventually...
Finally, he made it to the summit...
"... hop... And hup... And hop..." The voice of the man could be heard. He reached his hand up, and he feels... the air.
"Huh?" The man grunts out, waving his hand above the ledge, before moving it down and touching the ground.
"Oh!" The man says in surprise, "I made it? Did I actually make it to the top?" He asks, in utter bewilderment.
But sure enough, he dragged his body up and over the ledge. He laid on his back for a while, resting his limbs. Then he got up and walked along the ledge, to the other side of the mountain.
"Holy..." He mutters out, staring awe "That's a big town..."
In front of his eyes was a town-, no. A city was in front of him. It didn't have any sky scrapers though, "I guess they don't have the issue of running out of room... yet." the man thought out, staring at the city.
"Heh." The man chuckles, "What are the chances of someone seeing me on the mountain?..." he stopped thought about it for a moment, "Pretty high, actually." He responded to his own question, "But the chances of someone influential seeing me up here is zilch. None." He laughs out.
He then continued his trek, this time climbing down the mountain and towards the city...
Then from his short stop, he began climbing down the mountain.
His hands shaking, his legs wobbling, yet he still climbed down...
While he is determined to get to town, he's becoming more tunnel-visioned, doing more and more mistakes while climbing. Each mistake could've ended his life, but he kept going, not paying attention to the danger.
Finally... After his long climb, the sun is now high up in the sky, giving light to the surroundings.
He was now suffering from severe exhaustion and hunger, his limbs barely capable of supporting him. His once high spirited mood turned more and more sour, as he is at the final stretch of his trek...
"Ugh..." the man grunts out, as he shuffles slowly forward. His skin being pale, having bags under his eyes and his limbs shaking.
"So... Hungry... God damn..." He mutters out, moving slowly forward, through the nearby trees. His backpack clinging and clanging.
"I will... soon get to town..." He sighs out, looking forward while shambling. "But... how will I get food? This is a city... not a town. They are too big to care about homeless... Villages and towns take care of others... The smaller the settlement, the bigger chance of being given food." He thought out loud, continuing to shamble forward.
"I'm gonna have to steal to survive... I hate to have to commit to criminal actions for survival..." The man says, focusing on moving, "And this damn forest... really annoying... I have to travel so much."
"Huh?" the man grunts out, looking up finally and seeing... The town being really close. "O-oh... I can... I made it... I made it to town!..." The man says with enthusiasm. His hopes begin rising again, as he began running towards town, an exhausted smile on his face...
Infront of his eyes were a... wall? "What?..." The man mutters in disbelief, before turning angry and saying "oh, fuck that, I am getting in."
He walked up to the stone wall and began scaling it, one hand after the other, he was climbing up and over.
"I ain't gonna walk around a stupid wall just to get in and get food, I will get in by any means! Even if I have to scale another god damn mountain!" the man ranted under his breath, climbing higher and higher.
Finally, he did it. He managed to climb up and over the wall. So now he climbed all the way back down on tge otherside, and saw he was in what seems to be a residential area.
"Heh." The man chuckles out, moving forward, "made it... I made it in..." He breathes out, "What are the changes of me actually making it?... Pretty fucking low..."
He slowly walked forward, the sun past noon, as it is now low in the sky. He spots an occasional shop around the area and decides- "Fuck it. I'm stealing essentials." he muttered, plannung to steal food from a store.
He shambled along, until reaching a store that had food. He tried the door, only to find it was locked.
He unhooked his pot from his backpack and smashed the window in, causing an alarm.
The man then rehooks his pot and quickly jumps into the store to steal food.
He steals some bread, a lot of tinned food and some bottled water. He stuffed them in his backpack and jumped out of the store, then he began running.
He ran on the sidewalk, his feet hurting but he kept at it. He turned right into an alley and ended up in another street. He ran across the street and into yet another alley and did so multiple times...
After about half an hour of running place to place, he made it to yet anothere alley, where he sat down and opened his backpack. He took out one of the tin cans and read the label, "Pork and potatoes with gravy. A nice treat, for sure." He reads it out quietly, then quickly opening the can and eating it's contents.
After eating, he decided to take a quick rest. Afterwards he decided to look for a place to sleep.
He saw a fire-escape ladder leading to the roof, so he jumped and grabbed onto the lowest bar on the ladder, then dragging himself up until he had proper footing and he climbed up the ladder to the roof.
There, he decided to sit down on the roof, Exhausted and panting. "Guess... Guess this will do for a place to sleep at." He mutters under his breath.
He places his backpack in a way to act as a pillow, and rests his head upon it. He yawned, closed his eyes and muttered out "Cheers to a hopefully brighter future..." and fell asleep...
A/N: Hello! So I decided to do this... finally.Haven't been writing for a while... (Well, I have actually, but I scrapped a lot of drafts I had in mind.)
So, My idea basically is a person ending up in RWBY. (Yes, un-original, I know.) But he will get something related to a gamer system (wow, even less original? scraping the barrel here, mate.) and it will be all orientated toward crafting and building! (So?) He will not be having any levels or shit like that. (Oh.) Instead, it would kind of be like terraria crafting, You just need certain amount of materials and a certain object to craft a certaim thing. Understandable?
Hope so, because that's the best I can think of for an explantion.
Oh! And before you begin even wondering when or where he will get the gamer-crafting ability, the only hint I will give is that he didn't thoroughly search the backpack he found.
Anyway, I've been ddomster19 (Or you could just call me harks.) And i'm signing off!... (Not really. It's more of not writing for a while...)