Dark Trilogy Version 1.1.1 with Electro-Magic Tools added.
Also, I'm intentionally not using TiCon because I've done it so many times before I wanted something new, hence Electro-Magic Tools.
I find a cave soon after I spawn. I cut down a tree on the way, and made a simple workbench out of the wood.
The cave will hopefully shelter me from the wild animals and the wroth of Mother Nature.
A sharpened stick provides me some protection against the corpses of humans past. I stab him through his chest, as his rotting flesh falls off his bones. He soon falls, dead, his blood staining the stones. I move the corpse out of my cave for now.
I regret a peek outside. Nearly 5 more corpses attacked me. I barely survived, yet my wounds heal quickly as long as I am satiated. Interesting, that.
My quick mining operation finds a cave underneath my hovel. My new forged iron pickaxe easily hews out ores and gems in the ground, as I carefully wind my way down into the cave.
I have quickly gone from a sharpened stick to a hewed stone to a sword forged from purple gems for a weapon. How a stick, some gems and a workbench combine to make a sword is beyond my comprehension.
A small computer chip was implanted in my head; it provides many services, such as marking certain locations, analyzing and detecting animals, and telling me how to make things. As well, I used the rest of my newfound mineral wealth to make more tools.
--End Today's Journal--
Also, I'm intentionally not using TiCon because I've done it so many times before I wanted something new, hence Electro-Magic Tools.
I find a cave soon after I spawn. I cut down a tree on the way, and made a simple workbench out of the wood.
The cave will hopefully shelter me from the wild animals and the wroth of Mother Nature.
A sharpened stick provides me some protection against the corpses of humans past. I stab him through his chest, as his rotting flesh falls off his bones. He soon falls, dead, his blood staining the stones. I move the corpse out of my cave for now.
I regret a peek outside. Nearly 5 more corpses attacked me. I barely survived, yet my wounds heal quickly as long as I am satiated. Interesting, that.
My quick mining operation finds a cave underneath my hovel. My new forged iron pickaxe easily hews out ores and gems in the ground, as I carefully wind my way down into the cave.
I have quickly gone from a sharpened stick to a hewed stone to a sword forged from purple gems for a weapon. How a stick, some gems and a workbench combine to make a sword is beyond my comprehension.
A small computer chip was implanted in my head; it provides many services, such as marking certain locations, analyzing and detecting animals, and telling me how to make things. As well, I used the rest of my newfound mineral wealth to make more tools.
--End Today's Journal--