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Guide’s Quest (PART 1)

Some people, just aren’t meant to be heros.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

  =Prologue = The wind rustled the leaves, the slimes hopped back to their homes, and bolts of lightning struck a tree. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, but I was told who this would be. The player character, the one i’d devote my entire life to. I stood looking at the spot, and he appeared- well, half of him anyways. A arm and leg were missing, oh and did I mention a entire HALF OF HIM? I had to stay calm, i’d have to take his destinies into my own hands. I opened up the ancient prophecy that I was given before teleported here, and I read what it said. “The chosen one must pass various tests, he must go on to defeat the Moon Lord and save the universe.” I gulped, the Moon Lord was the most powerful being in the world. Could I really do it? I headed back to the old shack that I had built a year ago, cowering in to prevent the zombies from attacking me. But now, i’d have to attack them… I just couldn’t do it. Some people, just aren’t meant to be heros. =Chapter 1 = <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I went to the work bench I had created, maybe this would be easier for me since I knew all the recipes. I mean, god only knows how I know all of them but I do. I decided to build a yoyo, a good zombie preventer and entertainment. Just then I realized that a spider from all this cobweb was crawling on my back, I grabbed a copper shortsword - the only proof of the hero ever being here - and stabbed at it. I felt pain, I cried out. I… blacked…. out.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was alive! Oh thank the lords! The spider was nowhere to be seen and there was a yoyo right there on the work bench! I decided I may as well grab my old copper pickaxe from when I was younger, and mine some ore. Just then, some sort of earthquake hit. I ran to my house but it was too late, somehow the ground had opened up and eaten me. All I could see was black. I looked down to see the fiery depths of hell awaiting me. What had I done wrong? I grabbed onto a stone and crawled into a cave, I found a chest with some rope coil. I began throwing it up, and climbing back up the tunnel to hell. It wasn’t easy, but it worked. I got up and hid in my shack for the rest of the day. At this point, I decided I shouldn’t be doing this, i’d rather leave a failure then die. And then, the moon turned red.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:18.666666666666664px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Blood Moon is rising…

=<span style="font-size:26.666666666666664px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Chapter 2 = <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">My door was broken, demon eyes rammed themselves through the walls and roof, causing bits of wood to get stuck in their eyes and kill them. They didn’t care, they kept doing it until eventually the roof fell. I dived but it was too late, the roof crushed my legs and I tried to crawl out. Just then, gunshots were heard. The corpses of zombies began to fall over me. “Aye mate, I can see you need a hand.” A mysterious man pushed the roof off of me somehow, and pulled me up. “Name’s Xavier, arms dealer, if you ever need a gun just ask me. Say, who are you?” I quickly introduced myself to him and told him everything that’s happened. “Well, we may as well rest for a bit now. I got a tent outside with 2 sleeping bags! I don’t think zombies can break through tents atleast...”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I heard a scream, I looked where Xavier was sleeping, he wasn’t there. There was a trail of blood stains leading outside of a tent and I saw a hole. I grabbed a handgun he dropped and rushed out of the tent, I nearly puked at the sight. He was dead, a zombie biting hard on him. I fired at the zombie, once it was finally dead I ran over to Xavier and tried to tend to his wounds. Maybe he could be revived or something, I looked in a bag he had in the tent. There was… some sort of heart-shaped crystal. I grabbed it and studied it, but my instincts told me to throw it at the ground. I threw it at a ground and my body felt pain, something was happening, something that wasn’t supposed to. I saw my life flashing before my eyes, how I fell in love with a beautiful lady but she did not return any of the love. How she suddenly died from some sort of creature. How my only friend abandoned me in my time of need when I was injured and needed help. The last thing I saw was a lady standing over me. <ac_metadata title="(WARNING: BLOOD &amp; VIOLENCE AND MILD LANGUAGE, IF YOU DON&#039;T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. SERIOUSLY.)&#10;Guide’s Quest (PART 1)"> </ac_metadata>