Ѧ(ЯEЭEMРТЮИ: Waclaw's Story)Ѧ

[ScienceMachine]

I decided to move my story to another more official thread. I'll continue to write the story from here. Enjoy~
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Here's the previous cover ;3

Chapter 1:
"Say, Pal ..."

"You don't look too good. Maybe you should find something to eat before the night comes,"Those are the words I remembered, spoken by someone else ever since I woken up in these Godforsaken Isles. I sat there under the midnight sky by my fire and wondered about those words and the voice that said them. It was deep, but cold. Like the cold lakes of Russia ... but almost more like a sea of the Arctic. I stared into the flickering flames, sometimes my thoughts drifting off to other things besides those words. Like 'Who am I?' I remembered my name being Waclaw ... and some details about my home in Russia .... but beyond that, I have no memory of who I used to be.

I also wondered if I did anything to deserve this. It's been a week surviving on the Isles, my growing stubble is proof of that. I've been living off of wild carrots and toasted seeds, and the occasional roasted Jackalope meat. I wasn't much a lad for hunting. Or am I? Was I? These are the philosophical questions to that I will never be able to answer. I once woken up with a pain in my chest, as if someone had stabbed me there. But all I could find is a massive scar in the shape of a pentagram, on my chest, the back of my hands and maybe one on my back. I couldn't tell. Sure, it scared me the first time I tended to my wounds, they still do, but less so after a while. I threw another clump of grass into the fire, keeping the cold off my back and the darkness away. The darkness is no ordinary darkness. The darkness resembles more of a fog, with small wavy tentacles at the feet. It comes closer as the fire dims. There's something in that fog of black that wants me. Either that or the fog itself wants my corpse.

And the sun flashes again, scaring off the darkness and filling the sky with light at the morning dawn. A happy sigh. Good timing too, the fire had died. I got up from my log chair and did a little bit of stretching. It's like I've been sitting on my bum forever, the log had depressed and made a dent in it in the shape of said bum. But I'm just exaggerating. I checked the chests for my stock of supplies. I never really understood why I piled the things inside in 9 differing hills. Either way, I must go scavenging for more food. It had seemed that I'm on my last few mushy carrots and cooked berries. I should make jam out of that and probably a vegetable sandwich. But my rather odd culinary fantasy was cut short when I hear ... barking? Growling and barking of dogs. That's new. I didn't think there would be packs hunting out on the Isles. And they sound like they're coming closer.

Gulp.

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Hounds. Odd creatures. The lumbermen of Slavic had told stories of these creatures. They don't often appear close to civilization, which makes them hard to learn from. The lumbermen just told us that they come and go every week, like they had a patrol to do. A few brave souls had tried to hunt them down, but they either come back hurt or never come back at all. There also had been rumors about a red tinted hound suddenly bursting into flames upon it's last breath, like a final move or something. I can't really say much about that. Whether or not I believed in that. But in my present situation ... it might as well be as real as anything.

I decided to do the most sensible thing first; get armored. These creatures are told to be relentless, fights in packs and never lets go of a grudge. If they hate you, they want you dead. No less. There wasn't anything on the Isles I can smelt into armor, asides gold, but I doubt that this soft metal will be any good to me. Not against these beasts. So I reached for the next best thing; wood. Faithful wood. It's hard, it's heavy and ... it's wood~! I grabbed my axe that I've strapped onto my back with some rope and just went in head first into the forest, the barking and growling growing louder ever second. I began to chop, striking blows left and right, felling trees as the logs burst from the giants.

Picking up the logs and reaping the grass, I weaves two strands of rope and with the wood, I carve the insides perfectly to the shape of my abdomen. Or thereabouts. The barking and growling kept growing louder and more frequent. It's terrible to work under this much stress. I quickly strapped this ridiculous looking piece of armor over my torso, tightening the ropes and pulled out my spear that I used for occasional spiders that crept into camp. Now THOSE are just some huge buggers (that's a pun ). And as I check myself again, I stood there, in a suit of wood, and a piece of stone strapped to the tip of a stick. Surely this is the features of a grade A fighter.

I am so screwed.

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The growling and barking had come to a sudden stop. Maybe they had left? Running. I hear running and it's coming from two different directions! Behind me! I spun my body too late, the hound was already in the air, mid-pouncing as it were. With only less than a few seconds to react, I strike a it, deflecting it away from me. From a push comes shove, as I had only time to focus on the one behind me, but I neglected the one from the other direction. I fell to the ground with a thud as the massive beast crushed my back. Quickly, I spin and pushed it off before it could deal it's blows. Grabbing my spear, I strike a jab into it, connecting and cutting it. I saw the other one coming in too fast and I picked myself up and ran. Ran as fast as I could. But the dog was faster. It Soon was accompanied by it's more hurt but still strong ally.

But. They stopped to pounce, only to miss me and sat there to recollect themselves. Now's my chance! I turned around, the pointy end facing away from me and instead to them, and I just ran the spear through it's brains, deep into it's body, down to it's digestive tract. The gruesome and disgusting squelches it made. I quickly pulled my spear out, leaving the hound to fall flat, dead. I strike. I didn't care if I hit, it just flailed my spear and took occasional thrusts. Eventually, the other goes down too ... My heart beats vigorously. The adrenaline. So tired. I kept away the spear over my back, wearing it's rope strap over my shoulders. Being hungry as I were, I couldn't help but notice how delicious the then-ravenous wolves looked. I lifted the smaller one over my back, wrapping it's bleeding corpse around my neck like some macabre scarf. I grabbed the other by it's now petrified leg and just hauled them back to base camp.

I'm going to have dinner tonight.

Chapter 2:
"So ..."

I had learned that eating monster meat was a terrible thing, back at home. People would tell stories that full grown men would die the instant they took bite from it, but I will be damned if I don't eat Soon. If anything, my stomach growls something more fierce than what those puppies could ever muster up. I just had to.

Something about monster meat that perplexes me though. Why does it make you sick? If anything, it's otherwise just normal meat, but butchered from, well, monsters. Maybe it was something in their blood that made it allegedly inedible. Maybe they had rabies? A deadly mutagen? AIDs, maybe. Who know? I sure don't but if the myths were true, then I would have no choice. I'd either starve to death or die of food poisoning. So, I stuck a piece of monster meat on the end of a long stick and just placed it over the fire. The supposed steak sizzled and popped over the heat and eventually cooked to perfection .... or at least cooked. In no way am I going to eat it raw. I brought it closer to my face and open mouth, took a bite out of it and hope that I don't suddenly faint.

'Yum'? This is odd. Why 'yum'? Surely, this isn't the mythical dead meat I was told about! It wasn't really delicious, but rather bland. A bit salty, but not poisoning. This is weird ... Am I really enjoying this? I had my fill and I feel healthier than ever! This is very odd. Peculiar. But I feel something else in me ... and I don't like it. My abdomen felt a tinge of warmth, I removed my shirt and saw that the pentagram is glowing like an ember. This did not seem good. I pressed my hand around the outer ring of this demonic symbol and instantly pulled it away. I fell over my log chair and writhed in pain for a moment. That hurt! What was that? A shock. Not a real one, more like a jolt in your mind. Like remembering something ... am I crying? Why am I crying? Sadness fills my heart for no reason. Maybe there is a reason, but I just can't remember what. I'd touch the symbol again, but I'm afraid of it's apparent powers.

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The night had come and go as normal, like it was nothing. Not that it really was, I just got used to it. What was sleeping? I couldn't bother myself to slumber on the ground. I had once weaved myself a sleeping mat out of some grass and rope, but that only made me even more hungry in the morning. Yeesh, this was nothing like home at all. I got up, stored all the excess cooked monster meat into the chest and continued wondering about the location. I needed a more proper food supply, and hunting small Jackalope or hunting monsters a bit too much for me. Maybe I farm? I did find these wild carrots once and the frequent birds do drop seeds every now and again. Maybe if I collected just enough materials I can make myself a farm! But a normal farm would take forever to grow crops! I did have this idea for a 'Turbo' farm plot ... I think I might need some more thinking.

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"Come along, Anna or we'll be late,"

I hated myself. I hate myself for not being able to remember these words. Day by day, these words appear in my head. Taunting me with it's slippery truth and dark mystery. Who's this ... "Anna" I keep hearing in my head? It sounds so painfully familiar, but I can't be damned to remember. I was tending to my farms, a plot of 5 freshly constructed 'Turbo' farm plots. Apparently, by arranging certain sizes of rocks along with fences pieces, it creates a 'magic' energy field that helps plants grow. I would explain it better, but I am no scientist. I did my research, plenty of trial and error and many things fed to the science machine. Sigh. Well, at least the plants are sprouting already. At a tremendous speed, the plants are growing fast. At this rate, I will be able to harvest the crops in less than a week, rather the usual months.

I sat around in camp, thinking about my past and if my 'ailment' has anything to do with it. Tearing another piece of left over monster meat, I can feel a warm tingling sensation in my chest, like as if the meat is feeding power to the pentagram. I know I shouldn't be eating the meat, but I can't help it, it's just so good. Putting the meat down, I try to remember these words, but what do they mean? Who sent me here? Who was the one who waited for me in these Godforsaken Isles? Who is ... I can't say it. Her name is somehow too much to bare to even say it. I feel terrible every time I think about it. But I must march on. Who is the one that I remembered named ... 'Anna'? A tear? ... Am I crying? ... Sniffle ...

I wipe away the tear. I must get a hold of myself. There are more important things to do on these floating rocks than to wallow in shattered memories. I pick up my equipment, stuffing rations into my back pack and wonder off, making sure i have all the necessary items to survive the next few nights. I take a moment to look back at my camp and finally go. Marching on into the unknown and uncharted. As I walk into the unseen, I took out my map and continued to chart it, making the territory grow and marking all the important items should I need to retrieve it later. My journey continued and I reached what seems to be the other side of the Isle I'm on. I also found what looks like a bridge to the beyond ... probably to the next Isle.

I did notice a distinctively thick fog that filled the area. An eerie feeling creeps up on me, looking deep into the abyss. It scares me, but also intrigues me. What could be on the other side? I try to walk there, but I've found trail of signs that would warn me otherwise. Someone's been here. But they all warn me about having to remember before I can proceed. Totally not creepy at all, especially how they can tell that I have amnesia. That Isle reeks of death and corpse anyways. I decided to walk along the shores. The cliffs and fjords that lifted the Isles so high up. The waves crashing into the cliff-side. Something peaceful on the otherwise deadly Isles. Who'd knew? The sun is setting ... I'll be needing to make light Soon. I pull out my supplies of fire wood for the night.

To my horror, I have seem to miscounted the amount of fire wood and I will have to chop down some of the near by trees. The bunch nearest to me seems to have an odd tree in the middle .... I rather large one. It's size and presence worries me greatly. But no matter, I won't let a overgrown Evergreen scare me off from fending off the Darkness. I got to work, folding up my sleeves, revealing my lengthy elbow-long finger-less black rubber gloves, I pulled back my axe and blow a strike into the tree bark. Before I could continue, I dropped my axe due to a sudden chill. What was that? I looked around. Scared. I never felt this before. Burr ... I manned up again and picked up my axe for the next blow. Chop, chop, chop. With every hit, though, I felt the chill growing more and more on me. Like there's a super-entity warning me. STOP IT! Stop tormenting me! I didn't do anything wrong!

But as fate would have it. It was right. I did do something wrong, and now the forces of nature is upon me. I'm scared. I hear something moved from within the trees. Something so large and strong, it's shaking the biggest tree there is. I readied myself for an attack, but something else arose that almost made me soil myself. The biggest tree IS the monster. The mythical Treeguard.

[WIP]

Edited February 5, 2013 by ScienceMachine

[ScienceMachine]

I wipe away the tear. I must get a hold of myself. There are more important things to do on these floating rocks than to wallow in shattered memories. I pick up my equipment, stuffing rations into my back pack and wonder off, making sure i have all the necessary items to survive the next few nights. I take a moment to look back at my camp and finally go. Marching on into the unknown and uncharted. As I walk into the unseen, I took out my map and continued to chart it, making the territory grow and marking all the important items should I need to retrieve it later. My journey continued and I reached what seems to be the other side of the Isle I'm on. I also found what looks like a bridge to the beyond ... probably to the next Isle.

I did notice a distinctively thick fog that filled the area. An eerie feeling creeps up on me, looking deep into the abyss. It scares me, but also intrigues me. What could be on the other side? I try to walk there, but I've found trail of signs that would warn me otherwise. Someone's been here. But they all warn me about having to remember before I can proceed. Totally not creepy at all, especially how they can tell that I have amnesia. That Isle reeks of death and corpse anyways. I decided to walk along the shores. The cliffs and fjords that lifted the Isles so high up. The waves crashing into the cliff-side. Something peaceful on the otherwise deadly Isles. Who'd knew? The sun is setting ... I'll be needing to make light Soon. I pull out my supplies of fire wood for the night.

To my horror, I have seem to miscounted the amount of fire wood and I will have to chop down some of the near by trees. The bunch nearest to me seems to have an odd tree in the middle .... I rather large one. It's size and presence worries me greatly. But no matter, I won't let a overgrown Evergreen scare me off from fending off the Darkness. I got to work, folding up my sleeves, revealing my lengthy elbow-long finger-less black rubber gloves, I pulled back my axe and blow a strike into the tree bark. Before I could continue, I dropped my axe due to a sudden chill. What was that? I looked around. Scared. I never felt this before. Burr ... I manned up again and picked up my axe for the next blow. Chop, chop, chop. With every hit, though, I felt the chill growing more and more on me. Like there's a super-entity warning me. STOP IT! Stop tormenting me! I didn't do anything wrong!

But as fate would have it. It was right. I did do something wrong, and now the forces of nature is upon me. I'm scared. I hear something moved from within the trees. Something so large and strong, it's shaking the biggest tree there is. I readied myself for an attack, but something else arose that almost made me soil myself. The biggest tree IS the monster. The mythical Treeguard.

[ScienceMachine]

By now, you should understand that I post updates in new post and then update the story in the OP. But you guys can just skip to the newest post for the update if you've read the rest

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Chapter 3
Summer Midnight PineTreeGuards. The legendary protector of the forests. Many older lumbermen always talk about stories and fairy tales of the TreeGuards, like the monsters of olden times. They say that the TreeGuards were a race of trees that reveal themselves from normal Evergreens should they feel that too many trees has been chopped down. It's been rumored that advancement of technology and the thick smog of the world had scared them into hiding, never to be seen ever again by civilization. Until today. By me. Groan. Without the pollution from large cities and the generally large civilizations on the Isles, the TreeGuards are free to 'spawn'. This is obviously a bad spot for me.

The night is coming and so is the TreeGuard and he doesn't look happy.

[Wilson P. Higgsbury]

Deleted because I feel bad now.

Edited January 27, 2013 by Wilson P. Higgsbury

[ScienceMachine]

And so Waclaw got dematerialized by the Grue and the tree guard.

Do you have to troll in all my threads? It got stale and unfunny weeks ago, we just decided to humor you. Now stop it or get out.

[Wilson P. Higgsbury]

Do you have to troll in all my threads? It got stale and unfunny weeks ago, we just decided to humor you. Now stop it or get out.

Oh no, I'm not trolling. Just trying to crack some jokes here and there. Sorry man, I didn't think you were irritated by my posts. Edited January 26, 2013 by Wilson P. Higgsbury

[Wilson P. Higgsbury]

Well this thread died, dang it Science it was interesting! Why must you hate me?! Why?!?!?!

BUMp

[ScienceMachine]

Well this thread died, dang it Science it was interesting!

It's not dead until I say so. Right now, I'm just dry of ideas.

Why must you hate me?! Why?!?!?!

Because it's mandatory and it's really really good fun.

[ScienceMachine]

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I ran. I just grabbed my torch and ran. Ran far, ran fast, ran away. Away from the forest beast. The best time to fight is never when you can't see most of the battleground. So I left the area and kept running. I don't know where I'm headed, but certainly not back. The darkness is scarring me, something about making sharp turns left and right in the dark, avoiding all the spider nests and other midnight dangers is a wretch. It all began to shake. My vision! Everything is there! Trying to kill me! I can't survive like this! I tripped and fell face first onto the ground, my torch flying a few feet away. I tried to reach it, but I couldn't move. I tried to move my legs, but I realized that they're in the dark! Something is holding me down! It's the Grue! The Grue's got me! It's many arms and hands grab onto me and pulled me deeper into the darkness.

No! I can't die now! Not like this! I have to reach that torch! Who are these people I keep remembering about?! WHO AM I?! With every passing moment, the torch seems to have been running from me. It too far! Too dark! Come back, light! Come back! The Grue has pulled me into the dark. Its cold. The light of my torch is now gone. Im scared. Then I see before me a massive row of teeth. It gaped open and crushed me between its massive sharp teeth. I died.

I woke up back at camp, screaming. It took me a while, but I had actually survived the dark of the night. I had probably dozed off before leaving the camp yesterday. I also realized that I lost all my inventory; my pockets were empty and my backpack is gone. Peculiar. Surely, if I had just slept, I would have all my stuff back. I got up and dust myself. Today is a bright day. I looked at the forest. Its beautiful dark green leaves and rich aroma now mocks me. I felt myself shaking knowing that there's a beast in there, waiting for me and wanting me dead for intentionally killing its kind. I just curled up onto the ground, very shaken.

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[MilleniumCount]

Nice written story. Also I think it would be better if Maxwell doesn't appear everytime you die if you are still in the same game. Like in your story Wilson awakes, everything is gone. He's asking where his stuff is or ''Was it a dream?''

[Wilson P. Higgsbury]

At last! Now continue or I'll be forced to kill the thing most precious to you. Something...

[Snob]

9/11Character is way too cliche; which really isn't a bad thing.The whole "shattered memory" thing is simply decent though.

[Raven Crow]

9/11Character is way too cliche; which really isn't a bad thing.The whole "shattered memory" thing is simply decent though.

but still i enjoy reading it.

[Snob]

but still i enjoy reading it.

Yes; I forgot to mention that it's still interesting.I'd read a book about it, if it even exists.I'm just not impressed, that's all.

[ScienceMachine]

Yes; I forgot to mention that it's still interesting.I'd read a book about it, if it even exists.I'm just not impressed, that's all.

It's always so hard to write a new character whose traits and personality hasn't been over used.

[ScienceMachine]

Nice written story. Also I think it would be better if Maxwell doesn't appear everytime you die if you are still in the same game. Like in your story Wilson awakes, everything is gone. He's asking where his stuff is or ''Was it a dream?''

Actaully, I didn't even consider that, since ...

He didn't die.

[MilleniumCount]

Of course.

It gaped open and crushed me between its massive sharp teeth. I died.

The point is the feeling! I just had a epiphanie, something that was bothering me but I didn't know what it was. Till now....°O°!

Edited February 25, 2013 by MilleniumCount

[ScienceMachine]

----I managed myself to get out of camp a few days back. As much as I wanted to just sit around wetting my pants at the through of trees, I had to get supplies. I wouldn't know much about these so-called "Treeguards", but I heard that planting new trees after chopping down their eldest will please the forest spirits ... I sound like a terrible druid ... Anyways; I had traveled towards a "Quarry" biome. a large barren land filled with nothing but giant boulders and sand. Well ... at least that's what I thought as I sat here with the top of my head wrapped in some more of my torn shirt. Won't be long till I'm bared. Thankfully no one will know that.While traversing the otherwise empty landscape if it weren't for the massive amounts of rock, I had found myself a ... nest? Of what? I came closer and saw a large white with blue polka-dotted egg, carefully balanced at the center of the nest. A bird? A very BIG bird no doubt, but a bird? In this waste land? I looked around for the supposed mother as I sneaked closer to the egg. Of course, luck wouldn't have been to easy on me. A giant shadow had been cast over me. But then the shadow raised farther above and beyond me, held up what it seemed to be two giant sticks .... Do I dare looked behind?Without a moment too soon, I jumped ahead of me and landed just beyond the egg and nest. I managed to turn around and I saw the massive beast behind me and the crater it made into the ground, a Tallbird. A massive cycloptic, bipedal and grounded bird with legs that can stretch as far as a two-story building, these creatures are not to mess with when in their territory. Often, they will patrol "their" land to detect and deter trespassers and protect it's fragile, but sought out eggs. They will strike their foe with a jab of their beaks, often dubbed by Egg-Hunters a "Falcon-Peck" for it's dangerous precision and tendency to cause death.----

[Yello]

I love these stories.

[Raven Crow]

tall bird's signature attack "falcon peck"so deadly.

[IzaKat]

Science, are your pants by any chance on fire?? You lie, this is good. @_@ I want more. ^^