I'm bleeding to death. I've got six minutes before I'll be too exhausted to do anything but lie down and die. I wish it was the worst of my problems. But it's not. The real problem is that… gamers are bastards.
Lost. In the middle of a dense forest, crowded with ravenous mountain lions. I'm kind of ravenous myself, since Egg and I had all our belongings taken away. Egg's my only friend in the world, and right now he's staring death in the face over a mile away. I just don't know in which direction.
This is Wurm Online. It is a very good game for redefining your concept of a bad day.
Slitted sunlight shines down on me from the treetops as I tear up grass for plants I could try and make a bandage out of, or herbs for a poultice. There's nothing here. My health bar ticks lower as blood trickles from the wound in my arm. Probably only five minutes left now.
Egg's messages are still coming up in my local chat, censored by the game. "You know I figured you guys might do this," he says. "But I also figured you might not be ?%?!s."
"egg do you like karma?" asks Darkdragoon.
"dark your too slick," says Cndo.
"i think and anilize the situation," says Darkdragoon....
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