Chapter 2: Smells like Barbeque_The Traveler: Final Frontier

Chapter 2: Smells like Barbeque

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Authors Note:

So I fixed the text on the chapter before this to white so it’ll show up on the black background, I had mine as white so I couldn’t tell. Someone also noticed that I changed his level and that is because, though he had a great game character, in reality he was a 32-year-old man, he’s not going to just walk into a new world and be OP, instinctively using a weapon, so I lowered the level to give him a chance to grow.

Trying to keep moving, I quickly find that my injuries are more serious than I had thought. Ripping my shirt to pieces I use the strips I tear off to stem the bleeding. Futile I suppose, because with this many wounds, infection is almost certain to set in. Crap, hope they have alcohol on this world, might be able to clean my wounds.

I stumble on, tripping over roots and getting hit by branches, all the while hoping to God that nothing else would be attracted by the blood that’s still dripping out of my wound. Stumbling to a stop I realise this isn’t going to work, I’ll die before I find people, anyway with how I look, would they even be willing to help me? People back where I live are a bunch of racist bastards so I don’t see why they wouldn’t be here. And, it’s getting dark.

You know when you have one of those really bad ideas, the ones that you know are going to be bad before you even have the chance to do them. Well, guess who just had one. Looking back at my obviously, plentiful experience at survival, I remember that if you cauterise your wound, it’s supposed to seal it and heal it over time. Well, it’s worth a shot, better than bleeding to death, right? I try to reassure myself, waiting for my inner Bear Grylls to appear, then remembering he died from a snake bite, maybe not emulate him then, let’s get that fire going. Oh well, if this is all just an elaborate prank by the developers, this will all just go away, please let this be a joke, they would never let someone seriously injure themselves, would they?

(AN: That’s wrong, it will seal an open wound but actually makes the risk of infection worse, but what does this guy know right?)

“This seems like a bad idea Sir, Jared advised me, why do I even have him, he’s bloody useless.

“Shut up”, I said, why do bad things happen to me?

Doesn’t take long for me to collect enough leaves and twigs to get a little fire going with my lighter. God, why did I not bring my medical kit today, why a goddamn lighter. Of course I know the answer to that, too lazy to bring my own, used to have subordinates who would bring one for me. Filling my head with inane chatter, I place my swords blade onto the fire, psyching myself up to do this. It’s just glowing a little, doesn’t matter that I can feel the heat from here, it’s just like being at the doctors, it’ll be over in a second…. For, each of my wounds, that’s a lot of cuts. Oh god why’d I bring that up, I hate the doctors. Slowly unwrapping my makeshift bandages, I decide it doesn’t matter anyway, at least with this there’s a slim chance of me living. Grabbing the handle of my sword, I wince, it’s hot, lucky the bloody swords short, imagine me not being able to use it. I slowly bring its white, glowing tip towards the largest wound on my leg. AHHHH FUCCCKKKKKK. Ah fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, why the fuck did I ever think this would be a good idea, just keep going Alex, that’s the big ones done, only a little fucking barbeque left to be cooked. Ah that’s a nice though, juicy steak, sausages, I can almost smell it, the pains gone even though I’m still closing cuts, wait. Why can I smell barbeque? Never mind I’m going to my happy place, happy place, happy place, why isn’t it coming, ah, there it is as everything slowly turns dark.

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When I woke up the first thing I did is look at what I’d done. Well, turns out what I’d done is left a glowing white hot sword on top of my leg leaving a long, sword shaped burn wound that ached like hell. Whoever said that scars look cool is an idiot because that was not going to be looking good when its healed.

Fumbling in my belt, I found my canteen, and poured the water inside over my biggest burn, unsurprisingly, the one place I hadn’t meant to burn, my leg. Hadn’t done a bad job now I looked at it, even though I still felt the burn. Hah, feel the Bern, what a great president of BP he made, right up until the oil spill. Dragging myself to my feet, I noticed another thing, something I was rather surprised I missed to be honest, I was missing a toe, yes a mother fucking toe. Sometimes mother nature doesn’t just claw you with a gigantic cat, it shits on you too. Well this is as good a time as any, time to break out the champagne, to a job badly done, I toast myself and my stupidly, hoping id get drunk enough that I wouldn’t notice when I took some wild beasts fancy and it made me dinner. At least maybe then I’d be back with my wife. I drunkenly fall with rain that just so happened to look like tears falling down my face.

StatusNameAjaxRaceFeyTitlesFeeling the BernLevel31Experience51/100Strength40Intelligence27

Chapter 2: Smells like Barbeque

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