A whole new world

[aestrix]

There is a forest that likes to pretend that it's ordinary. It isn't, it's quite bizarre. Every night, in fact, zombies and other horrible monsters swarm this place, looking for people to kill. Not that they've found anyone, the forest itself is quite empty of residents. But they search anyway, during the night, shambling and groaning and occasionally leaving body parts lying around. Those disappear pretty quickly, but it still happens. Then the day comes, and they depart to who knows where, swearing (if mindless monsters could think, or in fact swear to anything in particular) that they'l be back the next night. Repeat ad nauseum.

It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.

But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.

Comments

[aestrix]

Yep!

And then a flying fish shows up and tries to kill her.

[greatestgift]

"Ugh!" she says, swatting at it with the pointy end of the fish-axe.

[aestrix]

Et tu, fish-axe? Et tu?

The flying fish is murdered by its fish-axe brother. The traitor.

[greatestgift]

Good.

Sable goes indoors to her campfire and sees about cooking some of her travel-sized fishes.

[aestrix]

She can actually turn the fish into food items (specifically, one called sashimi) without the use of a cooking pot, but the cooking pot is required for the soup. It's only ten iron, she can afford it.

[greatestgift]

Ten iron is definitely worth it for soup.

[aestrix]

Then she may now have soup!

[greatestgift]

Good. It's almost like real food.

[aestrix]

Well, the main materials involved seem to be pretty easy to gather, so she can likely have as much of it as she likes.

[greatestgift]

She bets she will be tired of it in a week.

[aestrix]

Probably. But there are other food options! Like... Blueberries. And fish. And more rabbit. And maybe that fruit from the cactus.

[greatestgift]

Ugh.

[aestrix]

Well, she can always eat the grasshoppers. If she wants some variety.

[greatestgift]

Ugh.

How about instead, she goes on another fishing trip the next day.

[aestrix]

That is fine! There are fish to be caught. It's still raining, though.

... There is a walking goldfish. Right over there.

[greatestgift]

...

Sable stops and stares.

The goldfish. Is walking. On its little fins.

That's adorable. And bizarre.

[aestrix]

It thinks it's quite normal, thank you very much.

(A slime hops nearby. It has an umbrella.)

[greatestgift]

...That is an enormous slime. Sable avoids it.

[aestrix]

That is fine. It hops along, umbrella in... slime. It has no hands.

[greatestgift]

Eugh.



Fishing!

[aestrix]

Fishing occurs! Fish are caught. Flying ones accost her the entire time, but those might be able to be cooked, too. Or not.

[greatestgift]

She's not going to try the flying fish. There are enough fish of the non-flying variety.

[aestrix]

Well, that's fine. The flying fish will just keep flinging themselves at her until it stops raining.

That takes about two hours.

[greatestgift]

Two hours is enough time to collect a respectable amount of fish! But really she's hoping for more weird crap like the fish-saw.

[aestrix]

Another crate! This one's made of iron, instead of wood.