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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.
greatestgift
Good. She does the rest, thwacking the flying eyeballs with her sword whenever one comes close.
The remaining shambling corpses explode, too. The flying eyeballs... Are thwacked, but spin around to charge her again, and again.
(More of them are coming...)
(More of them are coming...)
She's faster than the things after her. But there are, of course, lots of them between her and her house.
greatestgift
She explodes all the corpses and dodges or thwacks the eyeballs as necessary. It's not much fun, but she makes it home and slams the door behind her. None of these monsters are smart enough to open doors, right? Right? Because she will block up the door if she has to.
They are not smart enough to open doors.
But they are smart enough to bang on it. And scratch at the walls. It's fruitless, but the effort's there.
But they are smart enough to bang on it. And scratch at the walls. It's fruitless, but the effort's there.
greatestgift
Of course.
She's technically within range of the campfire outside, but she places another one and curls up next to it.
She's technically within range of the campfire outside, but she places another one and curls up next to it.
greatestgift
The quiet wakes her, and she stumbles outside, rubbing her head and growling to herself. Her head isn't exactly what hurts, but it would be impractical to rub her ground.
It is idyllic! As if nothing last night even happened. No mess from the zombies, no claw marks on the door. Just some scattered coins from the exploded zombies, twinkling innocently in the sunlight. A bunny hops, over there, nibbling on some dandelions. Hop, hop, hop. Nibble nibble.
greatestgift
"Ugh."
Sable kicks a wall. And then sighs, and goes to collect all the coins.
That day, she successfully assembles all the materials to make a bed. Her house is kind of crowded with crafting stations at that point, so she clears some more trees behind it and expands the one-room cottage into a two-room house. She discovers that wood can be crafted into thinner two-foot-square panels instead of the default two-foot-thick cubes, and exchanges her dirt floor for a thin wooden one and puts up interior walls to separate her bedroom from the crafting room.
Now she's ravenously hungry. She goes out and tries to catch one of the suspiciously tame rabbits.
Sable kicks a wall. And then sighs, and goes to collect all the coins.
That day, she successfully assembles all the materials to make a bed. Her house is kind of crowded with crafting stations at that point, so she clears some more trees behind it and expands the one-room cottage into a two-room house. She discovers that wood can be crafted into thinner two-foot-square panels instead of the default two-foot-thick cubes, and exchanges her dirt floor for a thin wooden one and puts up interior walls to separate her bedroom from the crafting room.
Now she's ravenously hungry. She goes out and tries to catch one of the suspiciously tame rabbits.
The suspiciously tame rabbits don't actually have the sanity to run! They are tame enough to be picked up, and will even tolerate petting. This makes it pretty easy to kill them. They explode upon death. But the pieces can be cooked just fine. Campfires, as it turns out, are just fine at cooking rabbit. It's just the environment and her that it won't burn. If she wants to cook with it, it'll work just fine.
Delicious, delicious exploded rabbit.
Shortly after breakfast, there's a feeling of someone has arrived.
Shortly after breakfast, there's a feeling of someone has arrived.
greatestgift
And, when she ventures close enough to tell for sure, the someone doesn't have a soul either.
She opens the someone's door. "Who're you?"
She opens the someone's door. "Who're you?"
"Sable, is it?" says - a not-person that looks like an old man with a fluffy white beard and a slightly stupid looking hat. He looks like he's already settled in. "I've heard good things, friend! I'm Gus."
greatestgift
"What are you for?"
She does not see any point in being polite to the horrible mindless person-things.
She does not see any point in being polite to the horrible mindless person-things.