Tweet of the Day: /end Survival Mode
Thirty gold pieces for a lousy sword. Here I am, going into the Cave of Ominous Rumblings, by the way who ever named this cave has a knack for welcoming friends and neighbors, to kill the goblins and they still try swindle me. I am up to here with greedy shop keepers. I need the sword to kill goblins but oh no, it is thirty gold or nothing. So now I have to slay nasty, filthy, smelly goblins with that rusted bladed I pulled out of that bandit corpse in the Three-Fold crossroads.
Lost in thought, the brave Adventurer did not notice the dilapidated tombstones that poked through the over grown grass along the path to the cave. They did not ignore the ominous rumble beneath their feet. Skeletal limbs broke through the soggy sod.
The first skeleton swung wide but the second approached from the left, its rusted sword crashed against the adventurer’s shield. Down came the hero’s sword on the collar bone of the first skeleton. It collapsed in a heap of broken bones and rusted armor. A push with the shield toppled the second attacker, but a third brought down their rusty sword onto the hero’s back.
Aaah! You sneaky bastard!
The adventurer spun in place, their blade severed the cranium from the undead assailant. It dithered for a second then turned to grey dust.
Wait, what is that?
A jeering yellow toothed figured jumped up and down at cave’s mouth.
It shook a gnarled staff decorated with dark feathers and topped with jawless skull at the Adventurer, “Stupid, stupid, stupid you be, to mess with the likes of me!”, then dashed into the darkness.
Run you runt. I got your number.