Dave/John: Post-apocalyptic + Youtube Let's Play channels
"Hump the moist cave wall." John directs aloud, for the sake of his audience. So he bumps around on screen, twisting around as he tries to follow the instruction. "Dave, hump the moist cave wall." Again, he bumps around the cave, but is unable to go against his coding. John laughs, and says something about the unimaginative nature of video games these days.
Dave is made to exit the cave, and returns to the desert world outside the underground oasis. The sun is bright enough to be blinding, but that's why he was programmed to wear these cool as hell shades. The wind is biting, picking up sand to blur visibility and beat away at unprotected skin. That's the reason he's wearing thick jeans and a button up shirt in supposedly hundred-degree weather.
There's a reason for everything in this game. So if he has to give up some durability during the day just to keep his health from being chipped away by the sandstorms, so be it. The nearest town from this point on the map is twelve in-game days away. Water is scarce, and his canteen is nearly empty. Monsters roam the wastes at night, and sometimes even the thought of coming face to face with one of the screeching, Lovecraftian monsters makes him weak at the knees.
Not that John cares, though he explains the situation with the weather and the monsters well enough to the camera.
"Okay, so instead of taking our chances with the sun and sandstorms, we're going to have Dave wait it out in the cave. He's pretty handy with a sword, since we spent all those skill points on his weaponry, so he'll probably not have too much of an issue with the crap that likes to attack at night."
He scowls as he takes laps around the cave. The only bright side is John has him refill his canteen. Even just that much more water could mean his survival. The major downside would be the way the cavern room grows dimmer and dimmer as the sun inevitably sinks beneath the horizon. If only John had to deal with the agony of the wait, like he did.
"Okay, Dave!" John says happily, still playing narrator. "Exit the cave!" He does, though if he could he'd be swearing up, down, and sideways about leaving the shelter of the oasis. If he died out here, his sister would have to take up the mantle. Rose was better with magic than he was, but her defense was shoddy at best.
God help him, but if he could survive to town, maybe he'd be able to see her again.