Chapter 2
=== System Message ===
You have spawned in The Abyssal Bog.
Jennifer slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a dark, murky swamp. As she tried to get up, that's when she realized how difficult it was to move in this new, smusky.... body??
"Wait, is that smell coming out of me? Eww, gross!"
She shuddered with disgust, unable to believe what had happened to her. Feeling uneasy, Jennifer started cleaning herself, but every time she got close to feeling clean, she would fall back into the swamp water. It was a never-ending cycle, and she couldn't seem to get rid of the slimy feeling that covered her body.
Jennifer looked down at her body, feeling disgusted by the slimy feeling covering her fur. "This is so gross," she thought to herself. "I can't believe I'm an otter. I wanted to be a dragon, to soar through the sky, not swim around in this murky water."
As she tried to clean herself, Jennifer couldn't help but feel frustrated. "Why won't this slime come off? I feel like I'm just making it worse." She let out a sigh and continued to groom herself, hoping that it would eventually work.
But as she fell back into the water again, Jennifer couldn't help but feel defeated. "This is hopeless," she thought. "I'll never be able to clean myself properly, I don't belong here."
Despite her doubts, Jennifer refused to give up. She climbed out of the water once again and began to groom herself with renewed determination.
"I may be an otter now, but that doesn't mean I can't make the best of it," she thought. "I'll figure out how to survive in this swamp and make it my very own kingdom. Who knows, maybe I'll even learn to like being a otter.... maybe."
After what felt like hours of trying to clean herself up, Jennifer decided to look for a place to rest. She stumbled around until she found a big tree and climbed up to a safe spot.
As she sat there, looking around at the swamp, she felt disappointed. Jennifer had always wanted to be a beautiful dragon, to be able to fly through the air with grace and elegance. But now she was an otter, stuck in the swamp, with nothing but murky water around her.
Jennifer closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. As she opened her eyes, her screen appeared in front of her. In the center of the screen, there was an image of Jennifer as an otter, with her name written in bold letters.
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JENNIFER
Race: Swamp Otter
Class: None
Level: 1
HP: 20/20
MP: 5/5
Stamina: 100/100
Strengh: 3
Dexterity: 9
Intelligence: 12
Charisma: 2
==Abilities==
None
==Passive Abilities==
Pack Tactics: All party members gain a 10% boost to all their stats.
Hold Breath: Allows the user to hold breath for 15 minutes.
==Inventory==
Small Candle
Clamshell
Jennifer stared at her stats, she realized that being a small and fragile swamp otter, her best bet was to avoid direct confrontation with bigger and stronger creatures. Thus, she decided to focus on stealth and intelligence, so that she could sneak up on her prey and outsmart her enemies.
"Wait, I hear something." Jennifer whispered.
Jennifer's eyes narrowed as she watched the wild rabbit dart through the murky swamp water. She could feel her stomach rumbling with hunger, and her otter instincts kicked in, urging her to hunt.
"I've never hunted before," she thought to herself, feeling a little nervous. "But if I want to survive in this swamp, I need to learn how."
She watched the rabbit for a few moments, studying its movements and trying to figure out the best way to approach it. Jennifer knew that as an otter, she was a natural swimmer and could use the water to her advantage. She decided to circle around and approach the rabbit from the water's edge, hoping to catch it off guard.
As she got closer, Jennifer could feel her excitement building. She had never felt such a strong urge to hunt before, but the hunger in her stomach was driving her forward. Her mouth drooled at the thought of roasted rabbit over a campfire.
With a sudden burst of speed, Jennifer lunged at the rabbit! She was so focused on catching her prey that she failed to notice the group of goblins lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, a net was thrown over her and the rabbit, trapping them both.
Jennifer struggled and wriggled to get free, but the net only tightened around her, making it harder for her to breathe. The goblins emerged from the shadows, cackling as they approached the trapped animals.
As the goblins approached, Jennifer could smell their putrid breath, making her feel nauseous. She bared her teeth, ready to fight back, but before she could even make a move, one of the goblins hit her over the head with a club, knocking her out cold.