Sizniche
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After a while of laying out and sunbathing on the beach, Sam, or rather Gorgutz now, stood up and dusted the sand off of his chest, admiring how his skin had gone from green to a slightly darker shade of green. He was certainly getting the most out of the mandatory attire, that's for sure; he'd have to find a mirror to see if his cheeks tanned well in the speedo. Either way, he couldn't just spend all day lying around in a game like this, now could he? He knew there was a town on the northern end of the beach, from where most of the quests were likely given. So, naturally, he slipped his hoodie back on and beat feet to the town, eager to start on his first quest.
Three steps in to the town center, and he could see why most of the info online referred to this place as more of a vacation spot than a normal MMO starting zone; the town and its creature comforts were reminiscent of a tourist town like a few he knew in Alaska, though obviously the amenities and architecture here are more tailored to the tropical theme. Failing any better place to look, he walked over to the bar; it wasn't a tavern by any stretch, but you could still get a quest here, right? He ordered a drink from the tavern lady, forking over the gold coins to get it. Then, to his surprise, the advanced AI he had been hearing so much about kicked in, and the bartender began to try and make small talk with him as she drew his ale from the tap.
"So, another one of those fellers who washed up on the shore, huh?" the bartender said, topping off the head of the ale. Gorgutz was initially confused, then remembered that that was the in-game justification for him being on the island. She continued, "I bet you want to get out of this place as soon as possible."
"Er... yeah, I guess," he replied, taken aback. The response wasn't quite true, as he was rather enjoying the island's ambience, but he was a bit too dumbstruck to form a better response. The AI was strikingly lifelike, almost to the point where he felt suspicious that the person he was talking to was a staff member of Nation, before remembering that there would have to be tens of thousands of them to properly staff the world, and allegedly players from the original Titan Age remembered coming across similarly advanced AI back in the day.
"Well, there's no way off the island at the moment, but perhaps there could be..." the bartender put a finger to her lip, "See, our dock and ships here in town were carried off to sea when the beasties all arrived. However, there was a smuggler dock on the other side of the island that some... less than savory individuals were using before a monster made its nest there. If we could clear it out, the town could repurpose it and ferry you off the island. Of course, I don't think you're quite tough enough to handle 'im even if you rounded up a posse, let alone by yourself, and we'd need to fix the lighthouse nearby first."
"Are you suggesting I help?" Gortgutz said, noticing for the first time how surprisingly deep his voice was.
"Bingo, kid! We have some craftsmen here in town that can do the fix, but we need the materials. We'd need some wood to light the bonfire in the tower, and some glass-quality sand to use to repair the lighthouse's Fresnel lenses. Now, you can't just scoop that stuff off the beach, which would normally make it hard to come by, but there seem to be some goblins on the southern beach with a discerning taste for sand, who happen to be collecting the exact kind of sand we need. Bring a few of their bags, and a good few logs, and we should be in business."
"Sure, I can do that!" Gorgutz said, jumping at the opportunity to fight an enemy with a brain larger than a walnut. As soon as he said that, a message popped up for him:
spam pop-up message and walked out of the bar. He checked his world map, and decided to cut through the jungle to get to the southern beach rather than walk along the coast, just to see what the jungle biome was like. But of course, before he forgot, he took his hoodie back off. After all, you can't just wear a speedo and not go shirtless, can you?
So along he went on his way, shirtless and swole as an orc does, soaking in the scenery of the jungle, with all the intricate and beautiful details that went over his head as he goofed around; the chirping of the birds of paradise, the smell of the brightly-colored, likely toxic flowers on the cool jungle ground, given shade by the tree canopy high above. He had to admit, they really loved their attention to detail on this one. Though he also had to admit, along his journey, there were some quirks; he could swear he heard a cat meowing in the distance, along with some sort of creatures cackling. Weird, maybe it's a mixed-up audio file, he thought.
He eventually arrived at the southern beach, away from most of the 'tourist' players. The scenery was still beautiful here, but this certainly wasn't a fun place to be if you just wanted to swim and sip margheritas. The place was absolutely littered with flotsam and shipwrecks, and infested from end to end with Beach Goblins.
"SHOWTIME!" He said, before jumping into the fray of the Goblins.
Interactions: idk, basically anyone who saw him along the way lmao
Three steps in to the town center, and he could see why most of the info online referred to this place as more of a vacation spot than a normal MMO starting zone; the town and its creature comforts were reminiscent of a tourist town like a few he knew in Alaska, though obviously the amenities and architecture here are more tailored to the tropical theme. Failing any better place to look, he walked over to the bar; it wasn't a tavern by any stretch, but you could still get a quest here, right? He ordered a drink from the tavern lady, forking over the gold coins to get it. Then, to his surprise, the advanced AI he had been hearing so much about kicked in, and the bartender began to try and make small talk with him as she drew his ale from the tap.
"So, another one of those fellers who washed up on the shore, huh?" the bartender said, topping off the head of the ale. Gorgutz was initially confused, then remembered that that was the in-game justification for him being on the island. She continued, "I bet you want to get out of this place as soon as possible."
"Er... yeah, I guess," he replied, taken aback. The response wasn't quite true, as he was rather enjoying the island's ambience, but he was a bit too dumbstruck to form a better response. The AI was strikingly lifelike, almost to the point where he felt suspicious that the person he was talking to was a staff member of Nation, before remembering that there would have to be tens of thousands of them to properly staff the world, and allegedly players from the original Titan Age remembered coming across similarly advanced AI back in the day.
"Well, there's no way off the island at the moment, but perhaps there could be..." the bartender put a finger to her lip, "See, our dock and ships here in town were carried off to sea when the beasties all arrived. However, there was a smuggler dock on the other side of the island that some... less than savory individuals were using before a monster made its nest there. If we could clear it out, the town could repurpose it and ferry you off the island. Of course, I don't think you're quite tough enough to handle 'im even if you rounded up a posse, let alone by yourself, and we'd need to fix the lighthouse nearby first."
"Are you suggesting I help?" Gortgutz said, noticing for the first time how surprisingly deep his voice was.
"Bingo, kid! We have some craftsmen here in town that can do the fix, but we need the materials. We'd need some wood to light the bonfire in the tower, and some glass-quality sand to use to repair the lighthouse's Fresnel lenses. Now, you can't just scoop that stuff off the beach, which would normally make it hard to come by, but there seem to be some goblins on the southern beach with a discerning taste for sand, who happen to be collecting the exact kind of sand we need. Bring a few of their bags, and a good few logs, and we should be in business."
"Sure, I can do that!" Gorgutz said, jumping at the opportunity to fight an enemy with a brain larger than a walnut. As soon as he said that, a message popped up for him:
New Quest: A Light Shining in the Darkness
Kill Beach Goblins to get quality sand and collect driftwood on the beach so that the lighthouse can be recommissioned.
0/5 Driftwood collected
0/20 Glassmaking Sand collected
Gorgutz closed his Kill Beach Goblins to get quality sand and collect driftwood on the beach so that the lighthouse can be recommissioned.
0/5 Driftwood collected
0/20 Glassmaking Sand collected
So along he went on his way, shirtless and swole as an orc does, soaking in the scenery of the jungle, with all the intricate and beautiful details that went over his head as he goofed around; the chirping of the birds of paradise, the smell of the brightly-colored, likely toxic flowers on the cool jungle ground, given shade by the tree canopy high above. He had to admit, they really loved their attention to detail on this one. Though he also had to admit, along his journey, there were some quirks; he could swear he heard a cat meowing in the distance, along with some sort of creatures cackling. Weird, maybe it's a mixed-up audio file, he thought.
He eventually arrived at the southern beach, away from most of the 'tourist' players. The scenery was still beautiful here, but this certainly wasn't a fun place to be if you just wanted to swim and sip margheritas. The place was absolutely littered with flotsam and shipwrecks, and infested from end to end with Beach Goblins.
"SHOWTIME!" He said, before jumping into the fray of the Goblins.
Interactions: idk, basically anyone who saw him along the way lmao
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