He's not a dumb. He just doesn't know anything... poor baby lmao.

Armour: Wood

Weap: Wooden Sword

Acc (11): None

Health: 100

So engrossed had he been in the wonders his workbench made possible, that he hardly noticed when The Guide wandered off into the night. The almost miraculous creation of finely crafted articles of furniture, Armour - even weapons was truly a sight to behold. The Terrarian didn't find it particularly strange he was able to do this, after all, since the moment he was generated in this world - everything that graced his sight had been strange. Strange and wonderful. The endless blue sky that seemed to stretch infinitely into the void, the vibrant grass of such rich colour The Terrarian felt he could stare at it for hours. The sun, which was so blindingly bright, he could scarcely look at it. The breeze that wafted across the land, and the smell of earthy soil. Had The Guide (he had introduced himself as such) not immediately put him to work felling trees, The Terrarian would've been happy to simply wander the day away.

...

Frankly, The Terrarian was also happy harvesting lumber. Everything was new, fresh and an experience all on it's own. The feeling of his muscles working in tandem to swing the axe, and even the process of collecting and watching how the resources were stored. He had also gone underground to fetch whatever he could find. Stone, Dirt, Clay… and there had discovered another ability available to him, something that seemed to puzzle the Guide. A 'Research' function. He only needed to dissect and destroy a number of any item before he could create it freely. He had done so with everything he got his hands on, and simply accepted the mechanic as the way of this world.

…!

What was that? A scraping, then a moaning. The Terrarian had been busy measuring the distance between each of the four walls (in order to mount his torches at exactly center), and paused as the noise carried over the clearing. He blinked, and curious, turned and walked to the doorway - which had been left ajar by his rather talkative companion.

...

Something looked strange outside… no, the entire landscape had changed. The sun had disappeared, and the sky had turned to black. It was nighttime. The noises took a somber tone, and - if The Guide was to be trusted - the creatures which came out at night were also more dreadful, dangerous, even terrifying.

...

The Terrarian stood in the shed's doorway and flipped up his armour's wooden visor to better scan the field. Although he couldn't see very far, even while he carried a torch, he could still make out lumbering shapes approaching from amongst the forest shrubs. The Terrarian narrowed his eyes and peered into the darkness. The shapes didn't look like slimes - the only enemy The Terrarian had yet encountered - and, curious as much as he was cautious, he proceeded down his doorstep to get a closer look. The ground was damp and gave slightly beneath his heels as he made his way through the darkness - sword in hand. He noted how well the panels of his wooden armour shifted smoothly with his movement, and took a particular pride in it's tough, intricate craftsmanship. He felt strong within the hardwood shell, tough and untouchable, and with a courageous spring in his step he marched into the darkness with his torch raised high.

…?

Odd. He stopped at the treeline as the moaning grew louder. It didn't sound like anything The Terrarian had heard before - which, he told himself - was expected, since his furthest memory only spanned to this morning. He paused and glanced around once more - seeing nothing. What had The Guide said about the nighttime creatures? Eyeballs which soared through the sky - was it? And Zombies… (he didn't know what to make of this word). What was a Zombie supposed to look like? Large Frogs? Reptiles? Perhaps massive spiders… The Terrarian didn't have a clue, but felt he would find out shortly.

-ughhhhhhh-

There it was once more, the noise accompanied by scraping. A slow shuffling. Actually, now that he has listened to it closely, he concluded that the noise was decidedly human. It sounded like one of the Guide's many utterances. Perhaps it was even The Guide himself, off in the woods - moaning and groaning? After all, The Guide had left the clearing a good while ago and The Terrarian didn't understand half of what he did. All he knew was that The Guide knew what he was doing, and The Terrarian… didn't.

...

So as a result, even though The Terrarian had no particular love for The Guide, nor did he make any attempt to endear himself to the - frankly, rather annoying but tremendously useful - man, he wasn't so prideful to claim he could survive in this world without his guidance. If the Guide disappeared now, then The Terrarian would truly be at a loss. It was imperative that he seek out the man for his own sake.

…!

There, ahead, the source of the noise. The Terrarian raised his torch higher and quickened his pace, his new boots crunching satisfyingly through the undergrowth. To his annoyance, he felt sucking mud sticking to his heels. He'd likely spend a great deal of time cleaning them once he retrieved The Guide and returned. To his chagrin, he likewise found a great manner of twigs and debris sticking to his armour. Things were getting filthy, and-

-ughaaaaaa!-

Something stumbled into view, the staggering form of… a severely injured person. His clothing was tattered and bloodstained. He was torn so badly that The Terrarian could see both muscles, tendons and bones poking through gaping wounds. The wounds weren't just grevious, but also rank - sepsis must have set in. It was a miracle he was still walking after such a mauling. The Terrarian considered for a moment the best course of action. Unlike The Guide, this person didn't appear to useful. In fact, he very well may be a liability - and The Terrarian wasn't keen on collecting liabilities so early in his life. However, looks could be deceiving. Perhaps this man harbored valuable knowledge that The Terrarian would benefit greatly from. After all, there was no real risk in offering help. Tonight, he would ask The Guide to interrogate this man, and he was still a liability come morning, the Terrarian would simply do away with him.

...

With his mind set, The Terrarian stirred himself to action. He quickly sheathed his sword and mounted his torch on a nearby tree bough before rapidly approaching the invalid with the intention of picking him up and carrying him back to the small shed he'd built. Surely this person must have fallen victim of either the strange flying eyeballs, or these mysterious 'zombie' entities - and would benefit greatly from sheltering until morning.

-UWAAAAAARRRGGGG-

The injured person lurched at him, and The Terrarian seized his arm and attempted to pull it over his shoulders to assist it's stumbling walk. To his shock - the mangled arm twisted off, and The Terrarian was holding the limb of the man he had intended to help. Had he made things worse? He quickly kneeled beside the thrashing body and made a poor attempt at rectifying the situation. The ordeal left him rather confused, even disquieted. His attention was so focused on the current situation that it was only when the thrashing body sank its teeth through the Terrarian's knee plating before he realized he was in danger.

...

And so began his first ordeal. Injured, bleeding and surrounding on all sides by a shambling horde.

My... what a grim night indeed.

Actually he's a dumbass. Doesn't know what a zombie is smh.

He got a Zombie arm tho lol 13 base damage... that is, if he survives through the night. This is supposed to be a bow playthrough lol.

This is what happens when you try to help people. Never help anyone. O.O