There is a forest that likes to pretend that it's ordinary. It isn't, it's quite bizarre. Every night, in fact, zombies and other horrible monsters swarm this place, looking for people to kill. Not that they've found anyone, the forest itself is quite empty of residents. But they search anyway, during the night, shambling and groaning and occasionally leaving body parts lying around. Those disappear pretty quickly, but it still happens. Then the day comes, and they depart to who knows where, swearing (if mindless monsters could think, or in fact swear to anything in particular) that they'l be back the next night. Repeat ad nauseum.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
greatestgift
"I'm going to take that as a yes," she sighs.
She makes a wooden sword. Except - "Is there a good reason why I need a wooden sword specifically for slimes?"
She makes a wooden sword. Except - "Is there a good reason why I need a wooden sword specifically for slimes?"
greatestgift
"Ugh. Fine."
Sable collects the pack and puts it on, to have an easier time keeping track of her mysterious tools, and she picks up the wooden sword and goes and hits the slime with it.
Sable collects the pack and puts it on, to have an easier time keeping track of her mysterious tools, and she picks up the wooden sword and goes and hits the slime with it.
It is not a very smart slime. It is whacked, and goes right back to trying to launch itself at Sable. This doesn't work particularly well for it, but apparently upon seeing a tactic fail hilariously it's method is to do it some more. It's a pretty one sided fight. To no one's surprise, the slime loses.
greatestgift
The coins go in her pack. She prods the little consolidated ball of gel, assessing it for likelihood of getting goop on things.
greatestgift
Weird.
Also weird: they can be put, like the wood blocks and the workbench. She puts them all in a row along one wall of her cottage, just out of a superstitious desire not to shove them in her pack in case the fire decides to start acting like real fire all of a sudden. Maybe attaching them to her wooden house isn't much better for that purpose, but at least she isn't wearing her house.
And back to construction.
Also weird: they can be put, like the wood blocks and the workbench. She puts them all in a row along one wall of her cottage, just out of a superstitious desire not to shove them in her pack in case the fire decides to start acting like real fire all of a sudden. Maybe attaching them to her wooden house isn't much better for that purpose, but at least she isn't wearing her house.
And back to construction.
greatestgift
Well why'd it have to go and explode on her in the first place, then?
She makes a door and places it and finishes the roof. There. And now she goes outside again and looks for the creepy guide-thing.
"What's the pickaxe for?"
She makes a door and places it and finishes the roof. There. And now she goes outside again and looks for the creepy guide-thing.
"What's the pickaxe for?"
greatestgift
"Am I going to need to mine through obsidian? Oh, whatever," she says.
She puts her axe and sword away and gets out her pickaxe and, rather than start randomly assaulting surfaces until she finds something useful, extends her groundsense down and out to see if she can sense anything. "Ow, ow, ow..."
She puts her axe and sword away and gets out her pickaxe and, rather than start randomly assaulting surfaces until she finds something useful, extends her groundsense down and out to see if she can sense anything. "Ow, ow, ow..."