As soon as I sat down, everything turned silent. It was like the world was put on mute for a moment. I knew that I wanted to be a rogue, but the only issue was how. I decided to think about what a rogue meant to me.
A rogue is a person of stealth, an assassin if you will, who would kill just for a quick paycheck. A rogue is a demon in close combat (while unseen), and has a mastery of every single one of their skills. A rogue is also an expert thief, who can steal anything as long as they have enough time and resources.
That is what I thought a rogue was. After these thoughts, I thought about how much this class would give me and the potential it brought to my life. On this, I had little ideas. I needed to become a rogue to become as strong as possible in the shortest amount of time.
Becoming a rogue would also give me a goal in this life, and a beacon to head towards. Another big reason to become a rogue is to become filthy rich, assuming there are other people in this world, which I assumed there were given that it was highly unlikely this was a game with no people.
After a while of sitting in the void thinking, I asked myself, “How did I get here?” While it may be the first thought most would have when waking up in a forest, I honestly hadn’t even considered it until right now. My first thought was that I had been called here by gods to do their bidding, but I hadn't spoken to any gods, nor do I think that I had any reason to have. That was when I realized. “Is there actually literally no reason for me to be here?” then, all of a sudden, a system message popped up:
Reason for being on this plane of existence: Your current line of thinking.
Seriously? The system takes me from what I assumed to be a perfectly fine life, then throws me into the woods for 0 purpose whatsoever? That's actually crazy. Shaking my head, I continued meditating on Rogues. Being a rogue is going to be awesome. After a while, I feel a pull back to the real world, and open my eyes.
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Surprisingly, when I sat down to “meditate” like that other guy was doing, the entire world became pitch black. I tried to stand up, and when I did, I looked down and saw myself. “Well that's freaky.” I mutter to myself, before I realize that no sound comes out. Everything is silent. Then I remember why I was here in the first place: becoming a cosmic artificer.
What is an artificer? I ask myself. Haha, no I don’t, that would be stupid. Instead, I think about how I can build a pickaxe, so I can go down. First, I would need some iron, twine and wood. This is important to keep everything together. Then, I need a phoenix core, which would be pretty simple to acquire, and make my pickaxe significantly higher quality. I'm also planning on getting some minions to help me mine faster.
What else will I do? I could also make a thing to tell me my coordinates, and maybe even an orbital missile? That sounds simple enough. Hmmm. Perhaps body modification would be in the cards.
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I open my eyes to a brand new day and stand up. “OW” I yell because DANG it was uncomfortable to sleep on the ground last night. I seriously needed to build some shelter. Since Shelter needs wood, I figured the first thing I need to do is get some serious wood. Since I don’t have an axe, I need some other way to cut down trees.
My first thought is to punch it like in minecraft. I start slamming my fists into a tree next to me for the entire first and second day, and even though it hurts an insane amount, I do manage to punch down one tree. However, now, it’s just a log, which won’t really help me. I definitely need an axe. I had spent the first half of the 3rd day looking for a good stone to make an axe with, when a thought struck me. I’m not hungry? Not even thirsty? Am I immune to death by dehydration or starvation? I must be, since I didn’t even feel parched.
That is really weird. Anyhow, while I was thinking about this, I found a rock that looked surprisingly axe shaped. I went back to the tree I had cut down earlier and started carving a branch into a handle for my axe. This took the entire rest of the day. After I finished my axe, I went to sleep.
“WHY” I scream into the wilderness, when I wake up, soaking wet in the rain the next day. Miserable and cold, I go over to my handmade axe and grab it. Then, I get ready. Today, I planned on cutting down enough trees to make a log hut. I grasp my axe in a familiar position, and slam it into the nearest tree. After cutting it down, I grab it and trudge it back to my camp. I then go back to another tree, and slam my shoddily made axe into it. Surprisingly, the axe didn’t actually break, and worked surprisingly well.
It took about 45 minutes per tree, and I ended up with a pile of 21 trees. I
went to sleep that day incredibly tired.
