Yeah, um. Fuck that noise. Turns out the gladiator start is kinda just "you versus an assload of NPCs" and I died in fucking minutes. Gonna reset world and try a different start. D:
Fuck it, decided to be a shelter knight because I'm a big lazy twat. Less likely to get mobbed and eaten by NPCs. Our dear friend has requested that we retrieve the banner of this fallen land, and provided the magic of vitamins to aid us in our quest. Which is good, because the basement had nothing but a tshirt in it.
No sign of a school or such in the area, but the town has much to explore. And thankfully it's a pleasant day outside for a bit of mucking about in armor, it's so delightfully rare to actually be COMFORTABLE in spring with my starting gear.
In the closest house we find a peculiar rarity: the refridgerated binocular. And in the basement, we find...dementia. Madness. Oh. Yep, first time I've hit an arcane basement in my first house, blyat. Thankfully, mail and a kite shield is an wonderful combination, even though I have to take off my helm in the darkness.
This however, was a more formidble foe. Nah just kidding, though he was harder to hit and managed to rip my backpack a bit, didn't get any damage. Only real loot to be found was a book dropped by one of the strange revenents in here, an odd silver knife, and even odder leather armor. Much odd, I thought the books at least would spawn.
Soon as I step outside, I'm greeted by a shocker and a spitter. Both die without much hassle, but I do suffer my first actual injuries.
Oh. I think they were fleeing from an oversized bowl of ramen. Which I took out in literally one hit. After a bit of cooking and preparing water, time to maybe hit up a grocery store for the holy grail on wheels, a shopping cart. Got that easily enough and gathered all my shit.
No zombie, it is you who will get grabbed. Still searching for one of those overpopulate-the-planet houses that tend to have flags.
I don't think I need weed, I'm already tripping balls here, penguins in random basements. Quietly noped out of there when I realized there were half a dozen down there. I've also noticed mow that spitter zombies seem to have lost the ability to hit the broad side of a barn. Twice now, one of a dozen tiles away managed to place the whole pool several tiles off from where I'm standing.
Soon enough night falls, forcing me to doff my helm again. Will want to make a balaclava for this event sometime. While checking one of the last few houses on this end of town, I notice an oddity. A house that's heavily damaged, and at least one undead I didn't kill.
Appears that I've been in this house, but some undead might've collapsed part of it. Likely the brute that just knocked me around a little bit, making me have to fumble around in the dark to find my shopping cart again. Enough reason to head back to the shelter.
And with that, well-supplied with food yet no closer to finding a flag, the second day dawns.