Spawning in the land known as Letter Island, Odin awakens within his box. The countdown starts slowly but he knows what he has to do. The game of survival has been written in his biology a time long ago by a very strong being; his creator Zwei. The countdown hits zero and the war begins.
Or so he thought… His dark and enclosed box bursts open to show the world around him. There was nothing around him, just the grass plain and the tree line. With nothing to look at he looks to the sky.
“A shooting star?” Odin asks himself. No it was more than a shooting star. It was a bullet, make that multiple bullets; flying towards him.
“ZWEI, WHY DID YOU SPAWN ME HERE?” Odin yells as he makes mad dash towards the tree line that he assumed the bullets came from. Looking on the ground as he ran, he picked up as many rocks that he could grab as he ran towards the tree line.
Ten minutes pass and Odin has made it behind a tree. Though sheer luck, he hasn’t been hit by even one of the dozens of bullets that were fired upon him. He begins crafting with the rocks. With no idea what to do, bashing the three rocks he managed to pick up. Something mystical happened.
A fully made stone hatchet was created, with handle and string to hold the shape edged rock. With this equipped, Odin runs towards the sound of metal clashing. Only to find not one but two men fighting with their guns acting as blunt weaponry.
One had a sniper and the other had an SMG. A fight to the death is what it was. These guys were very creative with their use of an unloaded firearm Odin thought.
He then ran towards the 2 men with axe in hand, and began bashing. The man with the SMG, caught off guard, was killed immediately with a smash in the head.
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“Good thing he died! Or else his wound would be infected!”
The sniper man stopped moving and a speech bubble appeared above his head.
“I’m Frien..” The sniper man wrote but was cut off short with an axe headed straight for his head. Dodging the axe, the man tried once more.
“Friendly!” He managed to write in his bubble as Odin came swinging, merciless the man thought. He drug up and tried run away. But it was too late; Odin was already on top of him.
”Aw, you should’ve axed him a question.”
Ignoring the announcer, Odin began looting and gone further into the forest. An hour of hiking later he has managed to make a satchel, and armor out of the materials around him.
Bored out of his mind, he began to smashing the two empty guns together then it happened.
The guns combine and created an assault rifle. Surviving has never been easier Odin thought. With this world’s crafting system, he could probably make a dragon out of five rocks if he tried hard enough.
His next mission is to find his sister, Jeden. She’s a lot nicer to people than he is, there is no way she would survive in this world. And thus he continued on in his journey to no where.