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Chapter VII: Not A Vegetable
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Flappers gently set down her rock and took off back into the sky. The woodlands were thick with dead debris and our adventurer soon found out that rolling through everything was challenging.
"What am I doing?! I've healed since my level-up. Surely my legs work by now?"
*Plop*
"Damn, either I've gained weight or my legs are still a tad shaky. Heal minor wounds!"
A shimmer of reprieve radiated through the rock and with it came a much-needed boost.
"Ah, much better. I feel like a spring chicken. Hey, Flappers! Where am I going? You know I'm blind, right?"
"Aheads! Go!"
"I feel like a blind man with a dog, except my dog is retarded."
"Help! Help!"
"Fuckin aye Flappers, hold on, it's hard to get somewhere when you don't know where you’re going."
The rock clumsily trudged through the foliage until he heard the sounds of grunts and squawks. The sounds became quite loud, so he stopped in what felt like a bush.
"Where is it Flappers? And what is it?"
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"Peak it I do's!"
"Fuck it, I'm just gonna for it. I hope this doesn't start a forest fire. Scorch!"
*Wizzz* *Bang*
"Did I hit it?"
The soar bird goes in for another dive bomb at the now flaming goblin. And like an arrow, the bird plunged its beak through the eye socket and finished the burnt creature.
You have slain a goblin trapper
+200 Experience
“That was quick, let’s check it out.”
The adventurer went over to the smoldering goblin and immediately proceeded to grate himself across the body for nourishment.
“I can’t get over this weird way of eating. Absorbing stuff like a plant is just odd.”
Would you like to active Amalgamation? Y/N
“Yes.”
You have gained +1 in Strength
“You know what Flappers, I think my spell commune with animals doesn't apply to you. That means you were fucking around with me in the beginning weren’t you?"
"Good greeny!"
"Right… Well, I'll have to agree with you on that. I'm glad to have you around buddy. Sorry, about calling you retarded earlier."
"Poo I do's!"
"Not on the food you don't!"
Caw-caw!
"Damn it all, I guess I'm better off not knowing. Wait a minute, is this a bag of coins underneath me? Am I rich?!"
The two went through the chard corpse and found several items, most of which were burnt beyond recognition. However, they did managed to secure a small cooking pot, some snares, and a total of ten unknown coins.
“Hey Flaps, can you tell me what type of coins these are? It’s really hard to tell with my feet.”
“Metal! Metal!”
“More like you’re mental! I knew that much… If only I had eyeballs to tell guess what they’re made out of.”
“Metal! Metal!” screamed the bird as she smacked a coin against a rock.
“While you do that, I’m going to eat the rest of this, greeny, as you call it. Keep on the lookout for me please.”
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