The temple had been an ordeal. Fizzle had rushed us through the ceremonial dialogue, being quite rude in doing so, but it seemed as if the priests that tended Lilâs temple were used to the impatient nature of most players and indeed seemed to either believe or choose to interpret their behaviour as religious zeal and an eagerness to fulfil their divine purpose. We had been given a single stone and went on our way.
As impatient as he was to get started, Fizzleâs mood had drastically improved by the time we travelled across town to the account storage building. A stout edifice mirroring a Victorian bank in appearance with sturdy iron-shod doors that seemed out of place, but hey it was a fantasy game. Indeed, the sheer variety of architecture styles gave Meadows Edge a chaotic, otherworldly atmosphere despite its orderly arrangement. Alber retrieved some of the monster stones he had sent across from his main character. He was gracious enough to take the time to show them off to me as we walked. Heedless of anyone who got in his way, in true, full-on geek mode as only passionate MMO players could get.
âThis,â he informed me brandishing what looked like a hunk of amber with a flickering red light coming from deep within in its core, âis an âIntact fire attunement stoneâ, theyâre rare and as such expensive. Man, I forked out a ton of gold for this, which of course is something you have no reference for as you donât need it in the start zone, not really.â He continued showing me his collection of strange stones; some like marbles, some like metal ore, some were small disks of white stone with pictographs painted on one side. I'll admit while everything he said was certainly interesting, most of it went way over my head. Iâm a noob, what can I say? He continued to chatter excitedly about the build he was going to pursue and promised to explain it to me later as we reached where we would part company, where the main flagstone road turned south at the cobbled road that leads into the military quarter and the eastern gate beyond.
My journey through the military quarter was straightforward and uneventful, where yesterday, (in-game time, I reminded myself) Katrina had taken me indirectly deep into the nerve-centre of the northern half of the quarter. The women and men of the militia went about their business and aside from a few curious glances, they largely ignored me and did not hinder my progress towards the eastern gates.
The previous evening after I left the militia training grounds and gotten turned around when I reached the road, resulting in me arriving at the southern gate and seeing my first monster. When the eastern gate came into view, I understood why I had needed to prove myself to Miller and his troops. It was an imposing structure; built in thick dark rock, it towered twelve feet high, topped with a raised walkway, crenulations and flanked on either side by stout towers built from the same stone and thick, treated timber. The gate itself swung inward and was made of gargantuan logs hewn into shape, banded, and studded through with iron or some other dark metal it appeared huge and heavy.
As I approached, a familiar figure waved me over. Torsgulf was stood flanking the inside of the gateway, spear in hand, waving at me.
âBlue, you certainly took yer time.â He chided me good-naturedly as I jogged up over to him, a smile stretching my lips against my tusks. âThought I was going to lose a bet with that arsehole Boyle; you know, the one with the mouth.â His face darkened briefly into a craggy scowl but it softened just as quick as it came, replaced by his amiable grin.
âSorry, a friend of mine log-â I paused looking at him. âArrived on the island last night, we went to the Temple District then had some errands to run.â
âAye we heard, Katrina was awfully crestfallen that he didnât come along what with her success with you yesterday,â Torsgulf commented; casually leaning against his too large bronze tipped spear. âWe were hoping heâd show up and head out through the eastern gate with you, but I guess heâs one of those impatient types, no doubt over his head with bandits.
âProbably,â I conceded in an apologetic tone. âAnything I should watch out for when Iâm out there?â
He squinted at me then leaned to the side to look past me at the sun beginning its slow descent towards the western ridges and peaks to throw the valley Meadows Edge occupied into an early twilight, then back at me.
âYou know itâs getting late right?â He pointed out. âWere it earlier in the day Iâd feel better about letting you through, but shattered stone boy, sure there will be tougher slimes out at this time certainly. But when night comes thatâs when the real beasties start to come out.â
âThanks, but I think I can handle myself now,â I told him, puffing out my chest in a manner I felt was imposing while patting the bronze axe at my side.
âFair enough lad, itâs your funeral.â He shrugged, waving me past then paused, grabbing my arm as I moved to pass him. âTell you what, if youâre going to be a damned fool, think ye could look in tae a problem I was having beyond the wall?â He paused long enough for me to signal he had my attention then launched into his pitch. âWeâre having a problem with some snow slimes. For some reason, theyâve been migrating towards the town and theyâre needing culling so they donât eventually overrun us or worse evolve into something that could be a real pain in the arse, so were you to find the cause for this and return a few slimes to the ether we would certainly not fail to show our appreciation.â He winked at me and jangled a bag of coins at his hip.
Quest alert!
Torsgulf, from the Meadows Edge militia has offered you a reward in return for service. He wants you, on behalf of the militia, to investigate the source of the recent increase in snow slimes in the area as well as take care of a few of the pesky critters before they can become a problem for the people of Meadows edge.
Objectives:
Slay 10 snow slimes
Investigate the source of the slime outbreak.
Rewards:
Xp:150
Reputation with Meadows Edge militia
Unknown
Accept/Decline
I reached out and hit accept and then shot the dwarf a thumbs up to show him my affirmation rather than just letting the game system tell him, so it seemed more natural. He returned my thumbs up awkwardly then quickly dropped his hand moving aside to let me pass through the massive gate.
Immediately outside the gates were another set of guards, followed by a series of barricades in advancing rows for a few hundred feet of well-trodden earth. The road, such as it was, consisted of a muddy fury churned by the passage of feet, the cobles ending ten or so feet from the gates. I continued towards a featureless ridgeline in the distant landscape that reminded me of home. The barricades gave way to a series of trench-works devoid of any life, eventually, the urbanization gave way to what little nature existed in these arid hills.
The landscape was sharp and grey, with little in the way of plant life. A few stubborn wind-warped trees defied the covering of shale; mosses of varying shades clung to jagged stone spines that dotted the area. As I stopped, drinking some water from a canteen I had acquired while Fizzle retrieved his possessions from the bank, I could hear a river somewhere in the distance, burbling between the steeply climbing hills and valley entrances. Lettering blossomed into my vision just above my line of sight. It read:
Rockfield-Mountain Pass, entrance.
+20 exp.
The experience bar at the bottom of my vision that had been slowly filling since I had logged into the game and it was getting tantalizingly close to being full. I didnât know what happened when I levelled up, but I was looking forward to it. I headed toward the sound of the river, figuring that life generally needed water to survive and wondering if I would have to travel far to find the snow slimes. Whatever they were? As I walked, I opened the party chat window and, thinking it, dictated a message to Fizzle. Unlike when he contacted me inside of the game, voice messaging between the party wasnât available until our bond level increased. Like the reputation I had gained with the militia back in Meadows Edge.
Blue: Hey, whatâs a snow slime?
Fizzlewiz: No, absolutely not, donât you dare. Iâve just contracted with a magma slime; itâll make our magic incompatible.
Blue: No, Iâve got a quest to cull a bunch of them. Not sure Iâm terribly comfortable with it tbh. But XP is XP and Iâm real close to Level 2.
Fizzlewiz: Eh, it's not like they die, they just sort of regenerate as a new slime later or something. The tutorial will tell you when you encounter a monster you want to contract with. Anyway, slimes tend to be everywhere, if theyâre snow, theyâre probably in some sort of cold or mountainous terrain. Ice and snow are part of the water magic affinity so head towards water if you can find it. If the militia is complaining about it itâs probably somewhere within a dayâs walk, youâre probably already close.
Blue: I can certainly hear a stream and the landscape is barren, cold. Kind of reminds me of home in a way, more plant life though.
Fizzlewiz: alright, keep going towards that. Iâm going to start work on this slime then I guess Iâll catch you back at the inn in a game day. Good luck.
I shrugged and continued through the repetitive terrain as it slowly but surely climbed to a gap between two massive glacier cut ridges of rock and soil. The same types of tree and wiry brush clinging to whatever patch of dirt and rock it could. The sound of the stream grew clearer and louder as the day had progressed, but it was late afternoon by the time I found the small waterway deep into the valley pass. Now I lay flat on my stomach on an overhang watching the rivulet below, the uneven rock was hard and uncomfortable beneath me but it was worth it for my vantage point.
Below me, four round white creatures lurked at the edge of the water. Another three had seemingly ventured into the stream, ice crystals spreading in enchanting patterns out from the small white balls as they slurped and sloshed their way through the shallow water. As I focused on the ambling, vaguely squelching little creatures seven name bars lit up in a neutral yellow. They ranged in Levels from one to three and seemed relatively harmless. I got onto all fours, crawling forward, and lowering myself down to the rocky riverbank below, whilst trying to be as quiet as I could. Ignoring the musical chime for skill notifications as rocks crunched and toppled from my less than graceful landing, crouching behind a handy boulder I waited. Eventually one of the watermelon-sized globules of wintery goo floated away from the others. I hefted my axe, preparing to strike as it rounded a bend in the river bringing it closer to me.
I struck, the bronze axe heads biting into the jiggling flesh of the poor critter. It ballooned outwards under the impact before popping in a gush of slushy liquid before turning into a shower of soft lights that drifted lazily upwards before winking out leaving in its place a few fragments of stones.
I picked up a couple of fragments left behind by the creature and inspected them. The first and larger of the two looked like blue glass worn smooth over time, barely half the size of my meaty clawed pinkie finger. The second was a light tan-coloured chunk of stone, one side, a smooth face had an inlaid shell patterning as though it were a fossil. The item descriptions popped into existence one at a time as I ducked back behind the rock waiting for another slime to break off from the group.
Water affinity stone (Fragment)
Item quality: common
Use: Combine 10 or more fragments to create a water affinity stone used in monster raising to unlock the water magic attribute.
Species stone: Aquatic (fragment)
Item quality: common
Use: Combine ten or more fragments to create an aquatic species stone. The type of species determined is random.
The next few slimes, all low levels, that broke away from the pack were dispatched in a couple of whacks. Twenty game minutes later I had netted me a few axe skill levels bringing my total to eight, collecting three more water stone fragments and another two aquatic fragments. Sadly, the remaining slime stayed put. On my side of the bank was a Level two slime and a larger slime that boasted a Level of three. They seemed to wobble around with intent and as I approached, they stopped still and held as if listening or looking.
I raised my shield as I grew closer to the first of the two slimes; the Level three seemed content to hold still and await an outcome. Now I was just forty experience points from Level two and as the prior slimes had proved to be quite easy, I wasnât expecting much. I shouldnât have been cocky. When I was ten feet away, the slime swelled and two long tendril-like appendages extended from it, lashing out with surprising speed.
My shield knocked aside the first, leaving my improved health pool intact. (I had upgraded my health by spending the remaining beginner stat points leftover from my character creation, the ones the AI had not spent.) The second tendril however swept downward striking me across my cheek with a stinging slap. It tingled then went cold. In my peripheries a combat notice appeared.
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Snow slime uses twin slam: Blocked. 6 bludgeoning damage, 2 cold damage.
My health bar dipped a little as did my stamina, another question for Fizzle or Torsgulf if he was on duty at the gates when I returned. I lashed out in retaliation, raining my axe down on the creature, severing one of the rough, frosty appendages from the main mass.
Bronze axe, 11 points slashing damage.
A health bar appeared beneath the slime, its nameplate now red and was steadily draining a third of the creatures hit points. I grinned, only to narrowly dodge a wild lash from the remaining appendage. I moved forward, chopping at the slime again taking my time to line up the strike at the central mass rather than lashing out wildly like the small blob did. My attack landed a critical hit dealing the maximum damage. bursting the Level two slime. I heaved a sigh and knelt to retrieve the drop left in place as the glittering lights faded.
Snow Slime Level 3 used Ray of Frost. 15 points of cold damage.
My health dipped and my eyes snapped up. The Level three slime that had remained out of my previous bout with its kin now seemed to consider me prey and was making its move on a presumably tired, mundane opponent. But unfortunately for the dumb monster, I was a player; and while the cold damage drained away a small amount of stamina, my eyes snapped to the far larger gelatinous mass. Eyes narrowing, I considered getting angry. My thinking time was cut short as the creature cast its spell once more. I tried to dodge but the previous attack had slowed me some and the creature scored a glancing blow slowing my movement speed. An icon popped into my peripheries, a timer counting down until my full movement speed was returned to me, but with every successive ray of frost the creature caught me with, a stack was added and the timer reset.
In the time I crossed the twenty feet between me and the slime, my movement speed was down by a third. I shivered even as I willed my arm to raise the bronze axe that was growing heavier by the second, stamina bar slowly emptying. The slime extended two gelatinous tentacle-like limbs and prepared to lash out at me. Either it was out of mana and unable to cast its spell or I was too close, I didnât know. With a titanic effort I brought my axe to bear but thatâs all I could do as the residual cold effect left from the spell seeped its way into my muscles and bones. The tentacles lashed forward, the first knocking my shield aside the second hurtled towards me, tipped with forming ice crystals.
Snow Slime uses whip, deflected
Snow slime uses Icey spear, 14 points piercing damage, 5 points frost damage.
A chunk of red disappeared from my health bar. The earlier fight and the successive rays of frost had brought me to half health. Now, as the icy limb punched into my abdomen, there was a burst of intense, cold pain before it faded, I threw up on the creatureâs limb as it was withdrawn from my innards. Blood mixing with the muddy banks trickling into the gentle stream, colouring its waters a faint pink. My HP dipped dangerously, close to only a quarter of the bar remained intact, the edge of my vision darkening into a sort of tunnel vision. With a roar I swung my axe down with all the force I could muster. It wasnât much, but the blow caused the beach ball-sized blob to try and back away, but it couldnât in time. The bronze head caught the creature with a glancing blow, leaving a deep cut into the snow-like flesh. Panting, I moved forward on wobbly legs, unconsciously glancing at the slow debuff left by the cold attacks which was seconds from being clear. At-least the cold damage from the last attack had not refreshed the timer. Still, as it slowly ticked down, I brought my shield to bear, so I could cower behind it, all while trying to contend with a series of attacks from the slimeâs extendable limbs.
As the timer ticked off I felt a warmth return to my body and I grinned horribly. This poor beast had no idea what it was in for. I dug deep inside and found all the frustrations of the day with Fizzlewiz and gave myself over to it. The orcish Frenzy activated and I fell upon the retreating creature with a vicious series of blows, depleting its health pool in a matter of seconds until it burst apart into the gentle, ascending light show.
Not bothering to check the loot, I turned to the remaining slimes across the small stream and grinned at them, baring tusk and fang at them. Propelled by the berserker rage of my racial ability, and the attack speed increase it gave me; the last two encounters lasted seconds. I finished the other two creatures without much issue. I was sure I had taken a few hits, but the damage reduction from the frenzy was a nice thing. Now blows that had been toe-curlingly painful merely stung. Having despatched the final slimes, I sunk to the pebbled, sandy, muddy river banks, my health bar flashing warningly with only a few health points remaining. I needed a break, I thought to myself as I lay there. Now out of combat, the various skill gain messages made themselves known to me.
Quest progress: 7/10 snow slimes defeated
1H Axes increased to 10
Shields increased to 7
Medium Armor skill gained.
Medium Armor skill has increased to level 3
Level up!
5 attribute points gained, spend them before you next level up or they will be automatically assigned at your next level up.
I pulled up my stat page, feeling a little giddy. I had assigned the remaining 10 points leftovers from my auto-generated character after Alber had contacted me from elsewhere in the game. My stats were now as followed.
STR: 12
DEX: 10
CON: 15
INT: 12
WIS: 12
CHA: 12
I had put four points into my constitution after the thrashing I received at the hands of the militia, it had resulted in a larger health and stamina pool. I left my dexterity and strength scores alone after listening to Alberâs rambling explanation of how things worked in the game, and split the remaining six points between charisma, wisdom, and intellect. Charisma from what I understood affected how the NPCs, vendors, and monsters responded to you. Wisdom increased the amount of Ki and the increased rates at which mana and Ki regenerated. Intellect increased the power and duration of spells, increased the mana pool, the rate at which you developed, acquired skills, and the amount of exp a defeated monster yielded.
With all this in mind I sunk three points into intellect, increasing the total to 15, the remaining two went into wisdom and charisma respectively. Though I felt bad for neglecting the stats that directly contributed to keeping me alive. I checked my XP gauge, I was about an eighth of the way through my now mostly empty experience bar, next level-up Iâd increase my strength and dexterity scores.
Climbing to my feet I surveyed the land. On the other side of the river was the rocky overhang that had served as my vantage point above the frolicking snow slimes and behind me the bank of the river rose steeply in much the same way. If I followed the river to its source, I would likely encounter more of the slushy snow slimes, I reasoned with a shrug deciding to follow the stream. As I continued for another hour or so, I found myself entering a valley and while the sun had long since been blocked by the towering chasm walls, the green grasses and trees were painted in a warm and dusky light of late evening. It was quite beautiful I reflected as I paused. The closer I got to the valleyâs mouth more and more snow slimes appeared slurping their way through the stream I was following, the ground that had been sodden now seemed to have taken on a permafrost layer. There was also a thundering sound I had not encountered before as I explored the winding path towards the valley proper.
Rounding a bend between two massive natural stone pillars I found the cause. A great sheet of water plummeted down into a pool. The stream I had been following was a mere trickle of over spilling water compared to a much larger river that flowed with purpose down into the valley I had sighted in the distance.
It was freezing. My breath misted out in great plumes in-front of me and the exposed skin of my scalp prickled with gooseflesh. Before me, in the centre of a small pool, bloated and menacing, was a enormous white slime, ice crystals ringing it in all its massive glory.
My eyes narrowed at the creature, prompting yellow lettering to blink into existence above the mass of white goo, complimented by a small silver shield.
Snow Slime Matriarch, Level four.
A quest window opened to my side as if awaiting my notice. I glanced at it which was enough to convey the full message of the update
Quest update
Having slain the snow slimes as asked of you, you have managed to find the source of the recent infestation. It would seem a snow slime matriarch, a rare monster, has emerged from the depths to deliver offspring.
Objective: Report the location of the snow slime matriarch to Sergeant Miller.
Optional: Slay the snow slime matriarch for a bonus reward.
Reward: 150 XP
50 gold
Items: Unidentified Monster Stone
Reputation
I closed the window and turned back to the mammoth slime floating at the heart of the icy pool. I had to figure out if there was a way to fight this thing. Sure, I didnât know what the silver shield meant; but the way I saw it, this monster was a bigger target than the smaller slimes and it was likely tougher as well. I considered my options carefully. Slimes, I knew from recent experience, were weak creatures; whilst they out-levelled me, I had dispatched most of them without issue. The creature, floating idly in the pool, definitely had some sort of magic attack, something I was ill-prepared to deal with not currently having any magic of my own. Something I intended to remedy as soon as I was done with this big bastard, to use the local slang. I didnât like the prospect of dealing with magical attacks while in water either, so if I was to fight this thing, Iâd have to get it out of the water.
I scratched my head looking around for a way to coax the slime closer, not finding much but a few strewn rocks I concocted a plan. Hefting a fist-sized rock in hand, I brought it to my cheek like an athlete, and aimed for the bloated slime. I hurled the rock, sending it sailing harmlessly to the right of the creature, vanishing into the waterfall. I sighed reaching for another rock, this one smaller attempting to hurl it like baseball. This rock struck true, sinking into the flesh of the creature, and shaving a tiny sliver of HP from the matriarchâs no doubt hefty health pool. I checked the combat log as the slime remained idle.
You threw a rock at Snow Slime Matriarch for 1 bludgeoning damage.
So, it did work; but so far, the mother slime seemed content to ignore me, I would need to change that. I spent another ten or twenty minutes in a series of throwing the stones around me and dashing off to find more than repeating the process. Eventually, as the matriarchâs health slid down to eighty-five percent; it lurched into motion making for the edge of the pool closest to me. I grinned and readied my equipment, banging my axe against my shield to try and taunt the creature into further motion. Iâd have a much better chance once the creature was out of its element.
As the slime broke the banks of its pool, I advanced to meet it. The pool had done much to hide the enormity of the slime and while I still stood taller than it by a head, it was wider than me by far. It moved faster than the previous slimes had, leaving a fresh trail of ice in its wake. I watched the creature, holding my round shield out in front of me; while it wouldnât do anything about magical damage it would keep the cold damage from affecting too much of my body. This was a wise decision; as while I closed the distance blue energy shot from the mother slime, impacting my shield, and chilling my arm. I pushed into the spell as it hit; continuing my mad charge; the shield froze over with a thick sheet of ice which I promptly used to bash the creature following up with my axe before it could grow its tentacles. As my axe bit into the slushy jelly that was the creature's flesh, its HP dropped more than I expected it to. Indeed, as the axe bit into it, the entire creature shuddered and seemed to shrink away from the weapon. I frowned; the smaller slimes had proven to be more tenacious with their tentacle attacks, but this slime seemed reluctant to risk losing any of its mass to my axe.
It attempted to back away, but I hit with my frozen shield again then darted to block its exit to the pool behind me. I continued to press my attack with as much as my stamina would allow me as well as keeping enough in reserve to attempt to block any melee attacks the creature might have. I lashed at it again my axe meeting unexpected resistance and while its blade sunk a little into the flesh of the slime it wasnât nearly as deep as I wished. My eyes flicked to the combat log and sure enough the damned thing had used a spell. It read as âGlacial Shell.â While I wanted to know more, the combat log wouldnât tell me the details of the spell though I guessed that it was some sort of defensive magic seeing as my axe had nearly bounced off the creature.
I backed up but the matriarch didnât move, it sat there nearly perfectly spherical, unmoving, solid. I shrugged, while my attack on the slime had not done much in the way of damage, if the creature was immobilized in its cage of ice, I could take advantage and rain blows down on it with impunity. I grinned sinisterly and rushed forward, brining my axe down on the self-imprisoned slime with all my considerable might. There was a chime, and one of the greyed-out bars turned white reading 2/3. It was a pearly white compared to my blood-red health bar and sunflower-yellow stamina bar. A notification popped up unobtrusively as I continued to chop at the hapless slime.
Resource unlocked: Ki
Ki is used to fuel powerful physical feats.
Skill unlocked: Wild Blow
Prerequisite: 1h axes level 15
Cost: 1 Ki
Cast time: instant
A powerful wild blow that ignores Armor and doubles weapon damage. Modifiers remain unaffected.
Unable to block for 5 seconds.
Message read, the window vanished just as unobtrusively as it had appeared. I willed my new ability to activate as I brought the axe down in a brutal arc. A third of my Ki depleted and the axe took on a faint glow, accelerating at the point of impact, sundering the layers of ice the queen had built around herself like a winter palace, ripping a great chunk of damage from the erstwhile trapped monster.
I delivered one more blow plunging the poor things health down below twenty-five percent before itâs defensive spell timed out and it regained motion. It was in bad shape, itâs white hide glistened with clear goo that leaked from a ragged rent in its flesh, compliments of three successive wild blows. It shuddered and lamely tried to roll itself towards the pool. For a moment I felt sorry for it, minding its own business until I came along and threw rocks at it. Now it was wounded, leaking, and unlikely to survive. I sighed and swung my axe repeatedly at the creature. It eventually raised two feeble tentacle-like growths to fend off my axe blows but the fight had gone out of it until it finally shuddered and broke apart into a dancing swarm of gentle lights. Leaving in its place a small wooden chest.
Achievement Unlocked
Discerning Hunter
Defeat any rare monster.
I sat back against a rock, turning the small chest over in my hands. I wondered what it was, until now the slimes I had killed dropped only a handful of random stone fragments for use in the shaping of monster. This slime was a rare monster, so I reasoned that rare monsters dropped better loot, but I decided to ask Fizzle just to be on the safe side. I opened our party chat and dictated a message to him.
Blue: I found a chest.
Fizzlewiz: A chest, are you sure? Theyâre usually only found in dungeons or awarded as PVP rewards.
Blue: Yeah, Iâm sure, a Snow Slime Matriarch dropped it. Some sort of rare monster.
Fizzlewiz: Yeah, I saw it in the party chat. Open it up and see whatâs inside.
Sure enough, the achievement had appeared in the party chat followed by a message reading âGZâ from fizzle. I shrugged and opened the small chest and a single item appeared in my hand.
You have found [Shard of the First Stone]
You have found an [Unidentified Monster Stone]
The party chat window lit up signalling a new message from Fizzle, I ignored it. The item was a small unassuming pebble flecked with some dark spots. It certainly didnât seem impressive. I pulled it up to my eyes for a closer look, the black flecks seemed to be some sort of ore, dark and twisting in the fading evening sun. I held it out in front of me and focused, bringing the items description up for inspection.
Shard of the First Stone
Item quality: Relic
A fragment of the first stone Lil used to banish her Regret.
Use: Guarantees the successful bonding to a creature of any grade. The item will be consumed in the process.
That seemed neat. I already had my slime stone but a full afternoon of fighting them, being slapped and half-frozen had left me with a low opinion of the creatures. With this however, I might be able to capture a bigger creature like the lizard-like one I had witnessed at the southern gate. I felt giddy and pulled up the party chat to inform Fizzle of my luck only to be met with a wall of repeated âfuck youâ.
Blue: What?
Fizzlewiz: You jammy bastard, that item has a 0.001% drop rate from any creature in the world. I had no idea it included the fucking start zone. DO NOT WASTE THAT.
Blue: Donât worry I wonât, Iâve found a valley I think Iâm going to hunt something in there. I donât really like these slimes.
Fizzlewiz: Yeah? Well good luck and if you come back with a lowly D grade from that stone Iâm going to be pissed.