Muck, the book. Day 2
Day Two
Fred woke up feeling slightly more confident. He had survived a whole day in the muck, defeated Daves, and only screamed like a little child three times. Progress.
Armed with his Rock of Destiny and a barely functional Wooden Pickaxe, he ventured deeper into the island. That’s when he saw it—a village.
Fred’s eyes lit up. "Civilisation! Finally, someone who doesn’t want to eat my face!"
He ran toward the village, where a group of Villagers stood around their huts, eyeing him suspiciously. They wore helmets and had swords, but Fred wasn't intimidated.
"Greetings, fellow islanders!" Fred said with an exaggerated wave. "I am but a humble traveler looking to trade."
One of the villagers grunted. He dropped his items on the table. Fred gasped. Steel tools. Food. Powerful weapons.
He rummaged through his pockets. "Alright, let’s see what I have to trade… Uh, Wood… Rocks… and… oh wow, more Rocks."
The villagers were unimpressed.
Then Fred spotted something glorious—a massive golden chest sitting in the middle of the village.
"That must be where they keep all their best loot!" Fred thought. He walked up to it, admiring its divine glow. There was a name on it: "Chief’s Chest."
Fred had never been one for reading. He swung his Rock of Destiny at the chest.
BAM!
The chest flung open, revealing stacks of coins and treasures. Fred’s eyes widened. "I AM RICH!" he screamed.
He turned around to find that every villager was staring at him. Then, as if controlled by some hive mind, they ALL pulled out swords.
"Uh… guys? This is a misunderstanding—"
"INTRUDER!" one yelled. "STEALER!" another screamed. "GET HIM!"
Fred’s brain short-circuited. "ajsdkhasjkdhaksjdhakjshd!!" he screeched as he bolted out of the village at record speed.
The entire village chased him, swinging their swords like madmen.
SLASH! A villager nicked Fred’s shoulder. STAB! Another barely missed his leg.
"I JUST WANTED A DISCOUNT!" Fred yelled, dodging another attack.
They chased him over hills, across rivers, and through fields of Mithril Ore that he was too panicked to mine. The sun began to set, and the familiar screeches of Daves filled the air.
Fred had an idea.
He sprinted into a Gobblin camp, waking up an army of green menaces. The Villagers ran in after him.
Chaos erupted.
Villagers swung at Gobblins, Gobblins bit at villagers, and Fred? Fred just kept running.
By the time the fight was over, the villagers were weakened. Fred, now hiding behind a rock, whispered to himself:
"Time to finish this."
With his Rock of Destiny in hand, he charged back into battle, swinging wildly. Villagers and Gobblins fell, and soon, silence filled the air.
Fred stood victorious, panting, covered in dirt and grime.
He looked back at the burning village, taking the food and the powerful weapons, and muttered:
"I regret nothing."