Name: Scott Lvl: 1 HP: 5/12 MP: 0/1 Str: 7 Int: 10 Dex: 14 Wil: 6 Con: 12 Mag: 0 Status: Hunger
Deep breaths, in and out... in and out... in...
He was doomed. Tears were already streaming down his face as he fell to his side, only to shoot up in pain as sand got into the wound on his thigh. Pain was a great motivator, and for now all he could do was focus on trying to survive. With the shock to his system pushing him forward, Scott ripped at one of the sleeves of his shirt., and used it to make a makeshift bandage around his thigh. He had NO idea if this would help in any way that mattered, but surely covering it would be better than exposing it.
"Okay... food. Let's get something in my system. Food. Food. Food."
The beach stretched off in either direction, with no sign of coconuts or any sort of recognizable edible. The forest seemed to be the best bet, but it was clearly also filled with dangerous creatures... But he had no choice. Scott limped into the forest, looking at every plant he passed in hopes that something recognizable would pass him by. Then a swatch of yellow was visible out of the corner of his vision. "Huh. Is that... a good color? Is there even such a thing in this world?" There was really only one way to find out...
Status obtained: Nausea (Minor)
Status lost: Hunger
It didn't come immediately, he didn't need to gag, but his body was clearly discontent with his life choices. Well, partially. One bad stomach feeling traded for another. This one wouldn't kill him, but it also wasn't pleasant... but he could deal with it for now, right? Okay... next... he needed a place that was safe. If there wasn't a hut or village or something he could find just yet, he'd need a place to hide from... whatever that creature was. Or maybe... he could just hide in a tree for now? He grasped a nearby oak-ish looking tree and lifted his right leg to push him up, trying to reach the lowest branch, at which point his left leg reminded him what his current state was. "Okay, no... um...ugh..."
He was in pain. His stomach swirled with some sort of berries that didn't agree with him. And something was bubbling at him from the back of his head, but he needed to focus as best as he could. Maybe he could just camp out on the beach? That would have to do for now, he supposed... he could barely think straight, and needed a moment to collect himself. He slowly limped out to the beach, and came to rest where the sand slowly meshed with the soil.
Status obtained: Panic
Ah. That's what that head feeling was.
He slowly curled up in on himself, as all the anxiety and fear he had done has best to suppress began flowing out from him. Sobs turned into crying, crying turned into wailing. His despair echoed into the woods, and his new prison. Because that's what it was. He had traded one hopeless world for another.
In the distance, a rather disappointed predator's ears perked up.
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Status lost: Nausea (Minor)
Status lost: Panic
Status obtained: Hunger
Status obtained: Thirst
Achievement Unlocked!
Survivalist I
Successfully survive one day in the wilderness. Every new day survived will provide 1 XP
The windows clouded his vision, covering up the blue sky in a wash of green. "Ughhh, not now..."
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He slowly roused himself and dismissed the windows with a thought. The waves crashed up against the pink sands, his head throbbed, his stomach growled, his mouth was dry... he need to go out and deal with the situation. He didn't have the energy to cry anyway. Slowly, he got up and, trying not to put too much weight on his hurt leg, he went back into the forest.
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After half an hour of searching along the edge of the forest, he could find nothing but the yellow berries. "There HAS to be a better way to get food here... but... okay, lets check what I'm working with here."
Name: Scott Lvl: 1 HP: 6/12 MP: 1/1 Str: 7 Int: 10 Dex: 14 Wil: 6 Con: 12 Mag: 0 Status: Hunger, Thirst
"Well, it at least looks like I passively gain health and mana back... thank god." He looked down at his statuses. "Can I get... ANY more information? Do these affect me in any way statistically?"
Hunger: You need to eat something to sustain yourself. Will develop into Starvation after: 1 day, 12 hours, 39 minutes
Thirst: You need to drink water to sustain yourself. Will develop into Dehydration after: 8 hours, 2 minutes
Well, that works. He couldn't afford to wait and see how Dehydration and Starvation affected him... just in case, he gathered some of they yellow berries and stored them in his pocket for emergencies. Nausea was better than Starvation.
All that was left to urgently deal with was the dehydration... and there was only one place he knew where there was fresh water, and that meant going back into the woods and exposing himself to being pounced on again. He would need something to defend himself... any edge at all was better than walking into that... thing's territory with a wounded leg and nothing else. He walked over to where some loose branches were strewn about under a tree, and started snapping it into individual sticks. After he had five sturdy sticks, he would sharpe-
He didn't have a knife. How in the world would he make these usable weapons!? He wracked his brain. There didn't seem to be any sharp rocks to use... maybe he could just use these as clubs? But all the branches he had access to that had fallen naturally from the trees were either too light to be of any use, or too heavy to heft around. He thought for some time... then settled on knapping. Scott remembered that the simplest way to make a sharp rock was to smash two rocks together until one had some sort of edge. He picked out two roughly fist sized rocks, and got to work.
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Achievement Unlocked!
Crafter I
Successfully craft your first item. Unlocks the skill of the same name. Improves crafting quality, and lowers chance of failure. Pre-requisite for many specializations.
Well, clearly the world figured he was done. He held up the sharpened rock by the back that he hadn't knapped. Calling this a point would be a stretch... but it would work in place of something more knife-like. He took some time to sharpen the edges of the branches he had gathered. Even just sharpening these sticks, he could feel the skill in activation. He didn't fumble as much, though he still had to focus to keep from slashing at himself as he went. He then went to gather them up and... realized that there was nowhere on his person to store the makeshift spears. "Uhhh... god please work. Inventory?"
Inventory: 1/3 Slots
Shia Berries x 21
Thank goodness. And it seemed... the berries were already stored in the inventory? Scott checked his pockets, only for the inventory screen to pop up again. He felt... connected to it through his hand. It didn't make much sense, but it looked like his pockets could serve as his inventory. That begged the question... how much volume could his inventory take? He picked up a spear and rested it in his pocket, only to watch in amazement as the whole two foot branch slid neatly into his pocket as the screen updated.
Inventory: 2/3 Slots
Shia Berries x 21
Makeshift Spear
"Yes! Okay, let's get the rest in here..." Scott gathered up the other spears, and slipped the first of the other four in, watching in satisfaction as it slid in. As he tried to slide the second one in, it seemed to catch. "Huh. Must be a bit finicky? Or stuck on something..." He tried to apply pressure, only for his pants to start sliding down his legs. Quickly lifting them back up, he called his inventory one more time.
Inventory: 3/3 Slots
Shia Berries x 21
Makeshift Spear
Makeshift Spear
They don't stack. Well... at least it wasn't a complete waste of time. Three spears should still be enough. He left two of the spears shoved into the beach sand to be retrieved later if he needed them, gripped the third spear in his hands, and began the trek into the woods.