I had to stop writing after I recorded my findings. I couldn’t
sleep last night either. I have no idea what I saw. A gravestone with
my name on it? How could that be? Could it be the person who brought
me here? Was this mysterious possibly imaginary character trying to
scare me? If so, it worked. The gravity of death has never
loomed over me more than that night and this morning. I left the area
and stayed at my base camp for the night. I didn’t care how long it
took. I trekked through the night with y torch in the air.
I contemplated digging up the grave, but I do not know if I could
live with the moral ramifications of digging up a grave. Even if it
was my own. I did not get a chance to travel as far north as I wanted
to. So I have to go back today and see if I saw a person across the
ocean. I am not too jazzed about going back across that grave site
again, but I have to.
I went back up north. I had to; I had to see if someone was there.
The thought has been on my mind ever since I saw it. When I packed up
my things I went into a trance. I didn’t remember my trip to the
place, but I got there. It was rather quick too. I got back to the
gravestone. A chill went down my spine. I shook the feeling and
continued on. As I was weaving through the dense wooded glen, I heard
some noises. I found another spider nest. I started having flashbacks
of the night where I came across my first one. I shook my head and
continued walking. That is when I came across something else, it was
another gravestone. When I got closer to read what was on it, there
was nothing. It was a blank slab. I do not know if someone was
buried there, but it got me thinking. “What did the person do
to lie in an unmarked grave?”
The mood was very dark and tense. I started to feel weak and my
legs were difficult to move. That is when I heard footsteps. My head
spring up and I yelled, “Hello? Is anyone there?! My name is Wilson
and I am looking for help!” I heard something back but it was more
like a noise and not words. I followed the sounds and
arrived at what looked like an outhouse. It was rather small and
quaint. I did not know who lived there until I saw something walking
around.
It was a pig. But it was standing on two legs with a hunched
posture. I had a feeling it somewhat understood me. So I got closer,
then it spoke, “Too close.” I was shocked, a talking pig? I
replied, “Want some food?” It looked at me with eager eyes. I
took out a carrot I picked up the other day and he ate it right out
of my hand. Not very long after it had a weird look on its face, it
walked a few steps away and went to the bathroom.
As gross as it sounds, I decided to pick up the fresh manure. I
had an idea I could use it for fertilizing some crops back at camp.
After my interaction with this peculiar animal I noticed the sun
was above. So I walked around. These woods were home to many other
pigs. I was in the middle of this community. They appeared to live
harmoniously with each other. I wondered if I could one day live that
peacefully in this world. I opted to give some more food to the pigs
to collect more manure. It was pretty gross and rather odd with how
quickly they went to the bathroom but I digress.
I wanted to head back to camp and try to make that farm. That is
when I saw another Spider Den. The flashbacks went through my mind.
When I snapped out of it, I was filled with anger. I could
not live in fear anymore. I had to do something about these spiders.
They were going to cause a lot of trouble for me at night and even in
the day. Well, I was tired of it.
I put on my armor, grabbed my spear, belted out a war-cry and
charged forward, directly into their nest. The anger in my eyes
made it seem like my soul was on fire. As soon as I took a step into
their nest, my feet were stuck. While I was able to force my
feet out of the webbing, they would just get stuck again. My war-cry
grabbed their attention and three spiders were advancing on me.
I was so full of adrenaline. I could not go back now. This was the
time to fight. I yelled, “Give me your best shot.” I chuckled and
they lunged forward. My feet were firmly planted, and I could not
move. When they leapt out at me I used my spear like a baseball bat
and sliced them in half right in the air. Their blood was like a mist
that showered over the landscape. I was covered in their
blood. I felt like an unstoppable warrior.
I made my way to the center of the nest and destroyed the large
egg. When I did, the webbing from under my feet disappeared. I looked
on the ground and I saw some spider glands which I assumed were
poisonous. I gathered them thinking I could weaponize it
somehow. I also noticed I could use some of that spider meat as food.
I gathered it as well.
Disregarding my original plan to return home, I continued
exploring. This time more to the east, and I met some more pigs.
Every spider den I saw, I destroyed with no remorse. These were
dangerous beasts that threatened my life on this world. I could not
allow them to live. As a bonus, I got some of the webbing that felt
like silk. Maybe I could make better armor or something out of it.
A couple of hours later, I was so caught up with taking down
spiders and spider dens, I realized I was lost. I wandered aimlessly
for a while. The adrenaline wore off. My legs wanted to give out from
under me. I had to rest. That is when I came across something very
peculiar.
It was next to a pig house. It almost looked like a shrine of
sorts with a mechanism in the middle. I wanted to investigate but I
feared it may be cursed or anger the wildlife. So I left it
alone. Night was approaching. I made a torch in preparation.
The pigs retreated into their houses when night fell. I struck the
flint and lit my torch. I wanted to look for a better clearing so my
campfire didn’t catch the trees on fire but that was quickly
interrupted by growls, squeals and struggling footsteps. I ran to the
source of the noise to find that a pig was getting ambushed by
spiders. He wandered into their webbing and it caused them to attack.
It looked like he was holding his own but he was outnumbered. I
had to help this pig. I grabbed my spear and sprang into action,
killing the remaining spiders with precision and ferocity.
I made eye contact with the saved pig. I think it smiled at me. I
smiled back and made my camp fire. Rather than going inside its
house. The pig gets close to my fire and lays down sleeping.
As I write this, I have a feeling of accomplishment. I have a
smile on my face, which feels fantastic. Things may be turning
around for me.
