After collecting my thoughts with all that’s happened the first day I woke up, I decided to check the forum. One little thread caught my eye. “Red Headed Bastard Attacked Us!” by user Jason Borat. Apparently it was the complainer! Haha, now that I know his gamer tag, time to troll! Well, I’m not really good at trolling…He was trying to say I up and attacked him first to steal his ore. He didn’t even have any!

I checked the replies, and most people were getting mad at me. So, I went in and defended myself.

Evil Ginger: Hello! Red Headed Bastard, here! Just want to say how nice of a job you did, twisting the facts.

Jason Borat: This ****ER! He’s the one!

T0W3R: How are the facts twisted, Evil?

Evil Ginger: I worked hard to get me some ores, and when I walk out of the mine, two dudes are standing in front of me, waiting with their pickaxes drawn. Kinda intimidating, if you ask me.

Jason Borat: Bull****! You swung first!

Mansion Masher: This is good. Drama on the first day of the game.

Evil Ginger: I gave you enough room and time to get away, and yet you decided to fight back. You got your arm crushed, and your lackey got his shield broken. You get upset, so you come on here and try to tear me down. Nice try, moron.

Cokopuffu: oho its ginger cant wait to see this

TruckFesta: Hey guys link to important thread. You guys got some beef but it’s a good thing you didn’t kill each other. Check it out. https://genesis/forums/die­for­good/

Kirito77: Oh ****

After quickly checking the link out, I started to dread playing any further. The title was “Die For Good” by user PikaPunk. It looked like a friend of his died…shit. When your avatar dies you…you…

Have to start over! It’s a god damn Rogue like Game! I hate those games! And you even add to your debt in order to afford another avatar! The Genesis guys are assholes! A ding sound came, alerting me that someone mentioned me somewhere. It was the complainer’s thread.

Jason Borat: @Evil Ginger thanks for not pking.

Evil Ginger: np

After that, many people began to laugh at us saying we made a good comedy act. I don’t care. If that guy had to restart, he would have gotten angry. Where would that anger go? At me.

No thank you.

I did some exercises again, followed by a bath and a change of clothes. Yes! Aw, these feel so good. I head back into the game, a little more relaxed since I didn’t have to technically work for over half a year. I got my pickaxe upgraded, bought some basic hide clothing, a knife, and went to look for a hammer. A nice, big one. The Blacksmith was a nice guy, although a little wider than he was tall. He sauntered over to the counter when I walked in and listened to my words. After talking with him a little, he went into the back and pulled out a piece of paper. They were designs for a bad ass looking war hammer. He told me he needed certain ores and materials, and said I would only have to pay for labor if I brought them. Otherwise, it would cost almost a Silver Coin and a half. After doing all I did earlier, I only had 14 Bronze remaining.

Looks like I will have to go back and mine. As I continue to mine ore, I use my Find Ore Spell. I wonder what my psychic ability would be. Maybe I should do the surgeries when I get off next time. Shouldn’t hurt…too much anyways.

I met the two guys from before as I was walking out. They stared at the ground as they walked by, but nothing else happened. Damn, being feared doesn’t feel good. Using my new pickaxe, I dispatch of some lowly wolves. Nothing major. I was afraid at first, thinking the game was too hard or something, but a good smack to the head pretty much one hit killed them.

I gathered wolf carcasses, pocketed goblin knives, and grabbed boar tusks. Not a bad haul. Of course, I spent forever because I am a chicken shit and kited them away. Once I build up some actual experience in combat, it shouldn’t be like that anymore. I arrived back at the village, and began delivering non quest items to stores for money. I actually made 94 Bronze this time! I still needed a massive caterpillar carapace for the hammer and then I would be done.

I went to the tavern to ask for info. Because that’s where anyone can get info, right?

Actually, yes. You just need to pay for beers. Wasted 15 Bronze…But I did learn the massive caterpillar spits a paralytic string as a self-defense mechanism. Humans would become numb and slow down temporarily. Once enough of the stuff gets on you, you’re stuck. And get eaten. And die.

I went to the post board in the center of the village and saw a couple of teenagers with armor and weapons. Good. Maybe they know their way around a fight. They were both female, which surprised me. I don’t remember there being a sex change option so these must actually be girls. They introduced themselves as Dirty Sherry and Sherry Potter. Oh god, I must have looked dumb, laughing at their lame jokes.

I didn’t know if that was their gamer tags or not, but I still told them mine. No response. I guess they don’t know of me. Whatever. Their names were a good indication of their Styles. Dirty Sherry used Combustion Based Projectiles. She had a flintlock pistol on her hip and a blunderbuss on her back. Damn. I wouldn’t feel lucky in front of those. Sherry Potter used Attack Magic and had a fire Spell that she used with a staff.

I guess these two needed a tank. We decided to split the reward into thirds, since I didn’t actually need a lot of the carapace. We struck out towards the forest and soon found ourselves in an area surrounded by webs. Did these things think they were spiders? Ew.

Dirty Sherry hung behind Sherry Potter, which was reverse of how I thought the two would react. The bushes in front of us began to rustle and two big black caterpillar worm things, uh, moved into the clearing. For some reason, I was reminded that caterpillars don’t normally have the exoskeleton that normal beetles and such have. That was why they moved with their gut first. Why would they have a carapace? Maybe some convoluted reason such as magic.

Sherry Potter cast her fire Spell, which happened to be Embers Bloom. Sounds pretty. Looked gruesome. The caterpillar hit by her attack almost exploded. It did not like the fire. In fact, the webs around the caterpillar caught fire as well, and soon the entire nearby forest was burning.

Oops.

I remembered that firefighters in California would literally fight fire with fire. So that’s what we did. Finally ended. We almost got the wrong spot, until Dirty Sherry got out of her scaredy cat mode and explained how it should be done. Why was the smart one the gun girl? Shouldn’t she have been the mage? Whatever, I don’t mind it. Screw the cliché!

Kind of makes me excited, working alongside two cute girls. Although they’re too young. Almost ten years younger than me! Nope! They aren’t even ‘filled out’ if you know what I mean. They were kids. I prefer more curvaceous ladies, myself.

We walked around gathering the leftovers of Sherry Potter’s attack. We found ourselves back at the clearing with the two caterpillars, and I could see why they didn’t explode. Their carapaces were indeed tough. They withstood the high temperature. Unfortunately, the rest of them was garbage.

Overcooked.

We took the carapaces and any other salvageable materials. We split it into thirds and went our separate ways. I walked over to the Blacksmith’s and got my war hammer. Then I logged out to go get surgery.