Zzzzz

Stamina up

Huh? Where am I? Getting off the floor I take a look at my immediate surroundings.

Wood, Dust, A window looking outside, A hay bed, The smell of mould, I must’ve passed out when regenerating *grumble* Ouch what is this pain?

Am I hungry?

HUNGER!,

yup definitely hungry, Looking out the window grants me my eyes getting FUZZING INCINERATED by the sun.

Why did the sun just so happen to be in the exact location I look to pierce my eyes! FLOCK my eyes sting!

At least I know that I have quite a lot of time to go hunting, Putting on my cloak and placing the water bottle/firestarter in the itembox I prep myself for the journey ahead.

Jumping out the window and wandering around the forest I find a gelatinous green sphere the size of a rabbit, ‘’hey identify what is that?’’

Green slime lvl 1, The typical starter mob, Dies in 1 hit, You should know this with just a glance

Oh, So it's just a slime *step* so it really does die in one hit, But where are my levels! ‘’Hey identify where are my levels I should be getting from killing that?’’

You didn’t experience anything worthwhile when killing it, Akin to stepping on a bug. You monster

Oi, I felt something! I felt that slimy texture on my foot that I'm still wiping off, Ugh fine, Can I at least eat this? ‘’hey identify can I eat this?’’

No, just don’t, you don’t even want to know where that thing has been

Hey! I just stepped on that! But now I know not to eat slimes, ever. Searching around some more, running away from the bigger packs of wolves I find a single skinny wolf all by itself, huh, where is its pack? ‘’hey identify what is that?’’

Straggler wolf lvl 1, a wolf cast out from the pack and too weak to hunt, danger rating 10%

Now I have a danger rating? Well, this is a good target to practice my hunting

Hiding in a nearby bush, My vision narrows as my line of sight lowers. butt wiggling, Legs tensing up as I stalk my prey.

Waiting for the right opportunity, The scrawny wolf looks away from my hiding spot THAT’S IT! NOW! I pounce from my hiding spot and claw the wolf with all I have, Nails sinking into its skinny flesh and blood spurting to the surroundings.

The wolf struggles in my death grip kicking and yelping with the last strength it has remaining, I can feel its heartbeat slowing down as the kicking stops, With the last yelp it dies.

I look down at my bloody hands and the remains of a once living being.

So this is what it feels like,

To kill

With your own hands, To end another’s life,

Snuffing out their flame.

What is this wetness rolling down my cheeks?

Tears?

This is nothing like killing that slime,

To feel its heartbeat stop by your own hands,

The taste of iron, The smell of blood,

Is this what it feels like to be a killer?

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All the wolf wanted was to live, starving and abandoned by his pack doomed to be forever alone in this world.

Taking the corpse with me back home I prepare a feast in the memory of my first real kill.

You have levelled up You have levelled up You have levelled up Sharp claws levelled up

Wait how do I cook again? Gathering some dried wood from the floor and making a campfire in a designated spot outside the house by clicking the fire starter towards the wood I am befuddled on how to cook.

Cutting the wolfs neck and draining the blood, Blood? I take a little sip of the blood YUCK DISGUSTING and instantly spit it out why did I think that would end differently?, What do I do with this wolf?

I try to cut off the skin with my nails, Making a cut down the middle with my nail as you would a knife and slowly removing the skin. succeeding horribly with holes and rips all over.

After removing the skin with great difficulty I bury all the organs that I can't eat (all the innards) puking a few times from the stench and cutting up the rest of the meat into bite sized chunks

Washing thoroughly with water throughout the process then skewering it with a pointy stick, This makes me sick for a variety of reasons, God, I don’t like cooking,

Cutting off all the meat I can and skewering it above the fire gets me around 5 sticks of meat skewers

There wasn’t a lot of meat on that wolf

Burying the bones on the ground and making a slight prayer to the unfortunate straggler wolf as I wait for my food to be ready.

With my meat skewers just about done I take a bite out of the readiest of the lot, Lo and behold, For my first step into the world of the culinary arts you can sum up this piece with one word, Terrible. I don’t even know what else to say about the taste other than just bad.

Level up Level up Sharp claws levelled up

I guess I’m not meant to be a chef, Washing the tattered skin of the wolf and scraping off whatever gunk left clinging onto it, I set it near my bed so I can train my suck using it while I sleep.

Lying down on my hay bed massaging my tired and cut up feet I begin to think of all the things I did today.

I cut myself while sleeping, stepped on a slime, ran away from the bigger wolf packs, had a nap, went exploring around the region, had a nap, stepped on more slime, climbed some trees, stepped on some feces accidentally, squashed some bugs, fell off a cliff at one point, got lost, had a rest, found a straggler wolf, stalked it for a while, killed it, cried a lot, somehow found my way home, had another rest and then cooked it.

How did I do most of those things?

How did I find my way home with no markers?

How did I know how to hunt?

How did I know how to cook?

I’m just going to lump all that and say feline instincts. Cats know how to get home when wandering around, cats know how to hunt, I wonder what I’d do if I didn’t choose a cat?

Would I survive the first day? Would I get killed before the demon lord showed up by the wolves instead? So many things could’ve happened I shudder at how lucky I’ve been despite the luck down skill.

level up

Oh right I need to do stat things ‘’show stats’’

Name: Sucksuke level: 11 Race: Beastkin - Cat Class: Assassin HP: 127.5 MP: --- Str: 30 (+3) + Sta: 22 (0) + Spd: 31 (+3.1) + Agi: 20 (+6) + Int: 3 (-1.8) + Wis: 2 (-1.2) + End: 11 (+4) + Vit: 13 (+4) + Unspent points: 30  

I click spd and end 5 times, sta and vit 10 times leaving me with a ‘’show stats’’ of

Name: Sucksuke lavel: 11 Race: Beastkin - Cat Class: Assassin HP: 270 MP: --- Str: 30 (+3) Sta: 32 (0) Spd: 36 (+3.6) Agi: 20 (+6) Int: 3 (-1.8) Wis: 2 (-1.2) End: 16 (+4) Vit: 23 (+4)

It's getting dark out so I'll have a rest. repeatedly uses succ on the still drying wolfskin