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
"Uh-huh. Bye," she says, and she heads back home. To (ugh) ask Dylan about it.
"What's the big stone building with the red-eyed mindless old man and the horrible thing?"
"What's the big stone building with the red-eyed mindless old man and the horrible thing?"
greatestgift
"We've been over this. It would be a lot easier if you'd tell me what I should be making better armor out of, and how, and where to find it."
greatestgift
"So is 'platinum' the answer I'm looking for, or are there more metals that are even more inexplicably superior?"
greatestgift
"...Okay. And instead of being in a forest I could be in a desert, or the land of mysterious winter?"