I chopped and I chopped. I chopped and I chopped. For thirty minutes this went on. Then I could finally chop Oaks.
I chopped and I chopped. I chopped and I chopped. An hour went by, and I could finally cut Willows.
I chopped and I chopped. I chopped and I chopped. Two hours went by, and I could finally cut Maples.
I got bored.
I fished and I fished. I netted and caged. Ten minutes went by, and I could catch Trout.
I fished and I fished. Rod in hand and feathers in pack. Half an hour went by and I could catch Tuna.
I looked up. I looked around. Others were fishing near me, others chopping. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of people mining.
All of them had this dead look in their eyes except that moment when they gained a level.
But what happens when there were no more levels to gain?
Was this my life now?
05-Oct-2016 18:45:54