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Champions of Terraria

As Told by Blaze





Chapter One: Day One

''Where am I? ''The thought came to me as I sat up, wincing at my headache. The midday sun glared down at me, and I found I was in a clearing surrounded on all sides by tall leafy green trees. I stood up and surveyed the surroundings. Tree's, more tree's, even more tree's, and...a path through the trees.''  Now what? ''I look over my shoulder and saw a backpack in my peripheral vision. I took it off and opened it. I reached in and felt a handle. I pulled out a copper pickaxe.''  How did that fit? Oh well. '' I pulled out an axe and a short, broad bladed sword, both made out of copper. I ran a hand through my hair, and a strand caught on my hand. It was glowing ghostly blue.''  What the...? ''I shrugged and Put both tools in the pack and hoisted the sword. I went walking down the path, when a green, jello-looking thing hopped up to me. I looked at it and said, “Hi.”  The thingy just hopped along midning it's own business. The I saw a blue one. It hopped up to me. I walked farther and then felt a solid impact in my back. I flew forward, my face nearly colliding with the grass and dirt. I spun around. The blue slimy thing had done it. I looked at the thing and said, “Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?”  I jabbed it with my blade quickly, three times in succesion, and the slimy thing(I'll refer to them as slimes now), disintegrated, leaving a ball of slime on he ground. I picked it up and put it in my bag, and moved on. I chopped a few trees into manageable pieces, then I came across a cave. It had a pot in it, and on instinct a smashed it open. Inside it was a pile of throwing stars, some rope, and a few unkindled torches. I grabbed all of it. Just then I noticed night had fell. “Okay.... Night is bad. I need a house. I started laying the wood logs in a rectangle shaped pattern when a guy dressed in a blue shirt and brown pants walked up. “Hello Blaze.”

“Gah. A little warning mabye.”

“Sorry. I'm Andrew. I'm your guide.”

“A guide to what?”

“How to survive. You should make a table.”  I did so under his instruction, then made a door, and some torches and platforms. I raised the walls, installed the door and work table, and made a roof, with platforms in case of a zombie attack. Andrew told me, “Zombies are brutes, and they can and will break down doors to get to you. Some have weird longing arms and so fast you cant outrun them.”

“So what do I do?”

“Simple. Barricade the doors, and stay put. Maybe dig out more rooms for houses.”

“Alright. Can you help cart away the debris?”

“No problem. I've got a bow, so I'll pick of any zombies of demon eyes from the roof.

“Demon eyes?”

“Nasty flying eyeballs.”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Lovely.”  I shoulder my pick and started digging. Two hours later I was toast and had excavated four rooms, and had walled them in, and placed tables and chairs. “All done down here.”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Alright. I've finished barricading the doors and roof hatch, so we can sleep soundly.”

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:16.0px'TimesNewRoman'">Chapter Two: Knock Knock

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Blaze?”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Yeah?”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Up and at 'em.”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Fine. I'm going to explore that cave some more.”  I set out with my rope, pick, and trusty sword. The night before I had made a furnace for warmth and smelting ore into bars. I went to the entrance of the cave, tied my rope off, and descended, torch between my legs. I landed on the bottom, cut the end of the rope off, burned the end, and picked my torch up. I immediately saw ore. I lifted my pickaxe and swung. In a minute, the deposit was cleared. I moved on, and found more deposits, tin, iron, and a but of tungsten. My biggest find was a chest, that contained two gold coins, five bombs, some dynamite, and some weird boots. I ran into some annoying bats, which I dispatched with my sword. I returned, and climbed the rope, to find Andrew waiting anxiously for me. “What,” I asked.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“It's almost night, and zombies don't wait for anyone.”  We ran back to the house, shut and blocked the door, and got to work. I smelted all the ore I had found. And the total number of bars came out to: 24 tin, 19 iron, and 12 silver. After making and avil with some lead, I was ready to upgrade my gear. I made a helmet out of the tin, a broadsword out of the silver. and a bucket and bow out of the iron. I made some arrows, 200 of them, and unblocked the roof hatch. “Hey Andrew. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I want to avoid the zombies with the arms that look like metal detectors?”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Uh, YES!”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Fudge.”  I took out my bow, drew back the arrow, shot...and barely missed the zombie. Then, a bright, burning star of light bruned a hole through the zombies head. The zombie dropped into a pile of gore. But in my vigil toward zombies, I had left the skies unguarded. A disgusting eyeball thing smacked into the center of my chest, sending me flying off the roof and onto the ground. I looked up to see three grotesgue zombies walking towards me. “Oh crud. ANDREW!”  Andrew looked out the roof hatch and groaned. I unsheathed my sword, and brandished it above my head. Andrew said, “Aim for the heads. It's a critical target. It does way more damage.”  I swung the sword, taking the head off one assailant, pivoted, and brought my broadsword cleaving down on the second zombies head, then whipped a blurred triple slash across the third zombie, leaving him in three pieces. “Ha. Hey Andrew, eyeball to you left.”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">“Thanks.”  The eyeball fell from the sky, an arrow through its pupil. I walked over and found a lens stuck in it. I ripped it free and stuck it in my bag. And then I saw the light of dawn on the east horizon, and slumped against the wall. I slept soundly.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0px'TimesNewRoman'">Four hours later, I awoke to the sound of knocking. I opened the door, and a short, drawfish looking fellow stamped the mud off his boots and said, 'Is zis the house Andrew vas telling me about. Velly good zen. I take the bottom house.”  He walked in and unpacked his belongings in the bottom house. I shook my head, wondering what was going on. <ac_metadata title="Champions of Terraria: Part One-Humble Beginnings"> </ac_metadata>