It's tough being a noob - Rust

It’s tough being a n00b It’s dark and I don’t know where I am. I light my torch and look around. The burning torch smells oily and acrid, but the light helps me to feel safe. With the grass tickling the spaces between my toes I begin my hunt for rocks. I know enough to know that I want better tools if I am to survive. Through the darkness, I spy a rump, perhaps it belongs to a boar and my rumbling stomach will soon be satiated, but the darkness has betrayes my feeble eyes, because before me is a massive bear. It turns to me and roars. I run as fast as I can through the dark. Perhaps those wolves I spy at the edge of my torchlight will fight the bear and I will be able to escape. The blackness says respawn or at camp. Perhaps if I spawn at camp I will find assistance. It’s dark and I don’t know where I am, clearly spawning at camp has yielded no results. I light my torch and begin my search for supplies. Suddenly I hear a rustling in the grass and the inquisitive snort snort of a boar. I wave my torch back and forth searching the darkness for my quary. I catch the glint of beady eyes in the darkness and cautiously make my approach. I thank my lucky stars that it is in fact a boar, but as I look into its dumb eyes I realized I’ve never killed anything before. My stomach grumbles as if to remind me of where I am. I put away my torch and lift my rock over the creature’s head; remorse for lesser creatures isn’t a luxury I can’t afford. I bring the rock down, connecting squarely with the space between the boar’s eyes. Success! Surely such a blow would render the beast immobile, but the boar squeals and runs off into the dark. I relight my torch and run after it, realizing it’s going to be difficult to bludgeon the animal to death as it runs through the darkness. Suddenly a shot rings out and my heart stops. I begin running in zigzags seeking cover, but my blood runs cold when I realize I’ve chased the boar into an open field. “Friend! Friendly!” I yell, but more shots ring out, I can feel the heat of several bullets passing my bare body. “I have literally nothing, you had to have watched my chase that boar with a rock,” I plead. My attacker fires again and everything goes black. I hear footsteps approaching as I begin to lose consciousness, but before I fade from existence I hear a comforting voice say, “Sorry mate, never trust a naked.” Dawn breaks as I climb a hill to catch the warming rays of the sun and hopefully to get the lay of the land. At the top I find the foundation of a house as well as several chests and a sleeping bag. With nothing to lose I rifle through the chests hoping to find something of use. Much to my surprise I find several pieces of grilled chicken as well as a pickaxe. Supplies in hand, I look down at the valley below, buildings of all shapes and sizes scatter the landscape. Perhaps if there were so many people so close together they were relatively friendly. Feeling hopeful I set out to gather enough wood to make a house to call my own. The pickaxe makes short work of the woodpiles in the valley and in no time I sit inside my two by two house cooking the chicken I had carved out of a boar, debating whether or not to make a bow or clothes. Suddenly, from outside, I hear the voice of a boy in his teens, “Hello! Are you friendly.” My eyes narrow to slits and I say, “I am indeed friendly, are you?” “I’m friendly. I’m a fresh spawn do you have any food,” says the person outside. From the cracks in the walls I can see he’s naked. Never trust a naked, echoes through my mind, but my loneliness outweighs my caution. I place my important belonging in my chest and exit my house, as I lock the door I say, “I’ve got some food right here, would you like to build a base together?” Turning around to look at the stranger, I find he has a pistol pointed at my face. Fuck is all I have time to say before my brains splatter against the door to my house. I had heard a red door was good luck, but I didn’t want to paint it like this. As consciousness fades I hear the sound of an axe chopping at my door and to my horror I realize I had spent so much time worrying about bows and clothes and I forgotten to make a sleeping bag. The sun is setting and I don’t know where I am. There is just enough time to collect wood for a shack. As the sun sets I lock my door and light my fire, huddling close to it for warmth. It was going to be a long hungry night, but at least I wouldn’t freeze. The sounds of the crickets are almost peaceful and I heave a tired sigh as I throw another log onto the fire. If I could stay alive long enough to start collecting sulfur I would be well on my way to making gunpowder considering all the ash I was gathering between this fire and the one at home. While thinking of home have to I suppress a sob. It makes me sad to think that out there somewhere in the darkness, my house was being plundered. As if to tell me to stop living in the past and start living in the present someone yells in a high-pitched voice, “Your life and your belonging are forfeit!” “I have no belonging!” I yell as a group of nakeds begin hacking at my door with rocks and stone hatches. “Weeeee don’t beeeeeliieeeeeeve you,” says the voice, madness dripping into his words. I realize quickly that there was no way out other than to fight. I open the door and swing my rock wildly, but the rock is heavy and my arms are weak. My blows are sluggish and poorly aimed; most of them miss their target. The nakeds tear into me with the jagged edged of their stone hatches. By blood falls to the ground and shock sets in. I fall to me knees and as I stare at my lacerated limbs, seeing the exposed tendons and bones I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this. Once again I slip into blackness. “You shouldn’t light fires in your house at night, tard,” spits another one of my assailants. As I die I can’t help but wonder why people were only helpful when I was dying. The sun is rising and there is a road in front of me. I decide it is time to start learning the lay of the land. The road would no doubt be dangerous, but perhaps I could locate a building I recognized and find my home. As I walk I begin to hear clicking emanating from nowhere and everywhere. I’m stark naked with only a rock, a torch and some bandages to my name, but I recognize the sound as a Geiger counter. I would have to be quick in this area lest I die from rad poisoning. I quickly search abandoned buildings from before the war, hoping to find a gun, but I only find bullets, granola bars and metal fragments. As I continue down the irradiated road I spy in the distance something that fills me with horror. No more than one hundred yards away was a group of mutant animals their fur red as blood. Knowing they would tear me to pieces I give them a wide breadth, being sure to keep the road near by lest I get lost. Upon finding an area with no radiation I set about gathering resources and in no time I sit before a workbench carefully turning my metal fragments into a shiny new hatchet. Several splinters and cuts later I heft the hatched into my hands, its weight giving me confidence. With my new weapon in hand I set out again down the road, stopping now and then to chase down boar and deer. Soon, I am clothed and for the first time in what feels like ages I am warm. As I crest another hill my heart swells, for there in the distance is a building I know stands close to my home. I can’t help but break into a run when I spy my house poking out from between the trees. I cross the threshold kicking door fragments out of the way as I go. I search my chests, but sure enough the only thing left in my house that wasn’t nailed down is ash in the fireplace. Using some of my extra cloth I craft a sleeping bag and place it on the ground, before making a new door. Later, as I set the door into its frame I wonder how many more doors would come to occupy this frame before I was through. As dark

too lazy to read [highlight](User was banned for this post ("Why reply" - AshMan55))[/highlight]

Where is all the pictures? Too lazy to read all that xD, But I bet it's a good story. [highlight](User was banned for this post ("Why reply" - postal))[/highlight]

[QUOTE=Tudy;45616720]too lazy to read[/QUOTE] why reply then

Not to lazy to read, nice story and way of telling!

epic read:)

omg garry, look what you make people write,

Awesome story, awesome post. This is what I felt playing the first time, except I kept dying due to hackers.

Well, I need the outcome. Poop deck made you remove your pants and go further into the woods... I need to know! Did you finally join the no pants league?

That was a pretty satisfying read, requesting an update please.

Great post! I really enjoyed this.

TL;DR - I read only the first few sentences and the end when he put the rifle to his head. It was quite nice :D (The parts I read, anyways)

This reminds me of all the fanfics that were made of Minecraft.

Read it and loved it, that is how rust feels on your first few days. So reminds me of my 1st days in EQ and all those new experiences.