hermit pt1. I entered the world birthed from an unknown engines of old. into a island i did not recognize. the people their where helpful but strange. they were basic and mundane yet helpful and something inside me knew... i was not the same.
i completed the tasks and thrown through a portal to a world unseen yet populated to the brim with people simeler to me and yet so different and of course the ones from the island as well. new to this world i turned to others who did not take fancy to the tones uttered from my mouth. i became rather hungry and savearly beaten i scrounged around for information on my own and a place to eat. i found a box of tinder on the floor and a pick axe on the cat walk of the watch towers on the castle. thats when i knew.... id kill a cow. *chop chop* the smell of burning wood in the air stakes i made. i saw no one making stakes. i thought to my self mabye i could be a merchant and sell some cooked stake. I preached my fine cuts and sales pitches. I was approached, A customer i thought. He lowers to the ground and then soon after a noise of sissiling accrued. My hopes a little bruised. surely i should have seen this coming. They used my fire in mass and cooked their own... even if theirs turned out a little chard far more than my own. Un able to obtain personal combat with a the bovine fow i wondered ever north and then far west. then thought i go back home to find my self in a wight bricked town known to the people of the land cald falador. i saw a picture on my map resembling the only tool on hand. a shed? i thought to my self as i creeped down the stairs. empty i first peered into the poorly lit area. i heard foot steps, lots of footsteps. i may have hit the mother load i thought so i rushed into the darkness with the little knowledge i wielded. what happened on my journey next is where this story begins.
the humanbot/ wat*cher of worlds.
30-May-2018 12:17:36
