06-22-2017, 04:27 PM
I’m aware now that the southbird is part of my imagination. Just an irritating hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation.
CAW!
That doesn’t stop it being annoying.
We’ve back-traced our steps almost exactly, following our footprints back up the island to where we’d emerged from the lowlands. I can barely think about relaxing right now, or letting my guard down, but I need to check. I pull out my Dataverse tablet and scan the official Dante’s Abyss website.
There are a few others in our zone. The dark-skinned guy and the red-headed woman we’d seen in the safe house. A couple of other dudes playing camp back there while we trekked through the dark and sticky rainforest.
Fools. “Whaddatheythink this isj, a canping trip?”
Meanwhile, a couple of other mortals have died. It’s no surprise, half the mortals I’ve met can barely lift a spoon to their own mouths. Probably got bitten by creepy crawlies, fell down a well, or walked into the sea and drowned. Tragic.
But honestly, I’m surprised there aren’t more deaths. Isn’t this supposed to be a murder island? Maybe they’re all so incompetent they can’t even figure out how to kill each other. Yeah, that makes sense. But it is tiresome, having to do everything myself.
Oh well. They can sit in their safehouses and treat this like a game. I fully intend to win, even if it means I’ve got to give up a bit of sleep.
I trip and nearly go headfirst into a tree. My mantra doesn’t do so well about warning me of passive dangers like that. I need to be careful not to overdo it. As soon as this is over, as soon as we grab that drop, I’m getting some sleep.
We clamber up a hill to where we can see the sky clearly, and sense any incoming drops. It might be night-time, but the humidity is a bastard and I’m still covered in sweat. I want to sleep, but I don’t trust Hendy anymore. I never particularly trusted him to begin with – mortals are all so easily tempted into sin. But I get the distinct feeling that he is not the simple paragon he’s been presenting himself as.
Without speaking a word, I rise to the top of the nearby palm tree.
CAW!
That doesn’t stop it being annoying.
We’ve back-traced our steps almost exactly, following our footprints back up the island to where we’d emerged from the lowlands. I can barely think about relaxing right now, or letting my guard down, but I need to check. I pull out my Dataverse tablet and scan the official Dante’s Abyss website.
There are a few others in our zone. The dark-skinned guy and the red-headed woman we’d seen in the safe house. A couple of other dudes playing camp back there while we trekked through the dark and sticky rainforest.
Fools. “Whaddatheythink this isj, a canping trip?”
Meanwhile, a couple of other mortals have died. It’s no surprise, half the mortals I’ve met can barely lift a spoon to their own mouths. Probably got bitten by creepy crawlies, fell down a well, or walked into the sea and drowned. Tragic.
But honestly, I’m surprised there aren’t more deaths. Isn’t this supposed to be a murder island? Maybe they’re all so incompetent they can’t even figure out how to kill each other. Yeah, that makes sense. But it is tiresome, having to do everything myself.
Oh well. They can sit in their safehouses and treat this like a game. I fully intend to win, even if it means I’ve got to give up a bit of sleep.
I trip and nearly go headfirst into a tree. My mantra doesn’t do so well about warning me of passive dangers like that. I need to be careful not to overdo it. As soon as this is over, as soon as we grab that drop, I’m getting some sleep.
We clamber up a hill to where we can see the sky clearly, and sense any incoming drops. It might be night-time, but the humidity is a bastard and I’m still covered in sweat. I want to sleep, but I don’t trust Hendy anymore. I never particularly trusted him to begin with – mortals are all so easily tempted into sin. But I get the distinct feeling that he is not the simple paragon he’s been presenting himself as.
Without speaking a word, I rise to the top of the nearby palm tree.
Quote:Moving from B10 to B9. Awaiting Item drop.
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