I've... made a grave mistake. Here I am, desperately crawling away from a horde of zombies in the middle of the night. Maybe I can make it into that lake. Zombies can't swim, right? Oh, where did I go wrong?
My name is Mosus. For as long as I can remember, my childhood friend, Logem, and I have always wanted to go on adventures. We've heard countless stories of fantastic people doing amazing deeds, overcoming all odds. We had hoped to be among them. So we trained. Him with the mace, and I with the sword. We got pretty good, at least that's what we thought, and we decided it was time to follow our dream. We heard of a tower filled with untold horror and decided that conquering it would make us heroes. In the midsummer of 1063, we began wandering the wilds. I didn't exactly know where we were going, I just knew it was north somewhere. Along the way we encountered a large reptile that Logem thought might have been one of the many dragons we heard about. We attacked the beast, but it wanted nothing to do with us and ran. Didn't even breathe fire, what a disappointment. Eventually, the stench of death overcame us as we approached the blood soaked wall of the tower. There were some elves hanging around it. Curious, I approached them to ask about this place when I realized they were dead. This must be the place then... Logem was immediately overcome with fear and ran off. Probably the wisest solution, if I had ran with him, maybe he'd still be alive... Of course, I didn't want to give up so easily. I backed away slashing wildly at the increasing group of zombies. It became apparent that they were too fast. I too began to run. I ran past Logem who, only now, had acquired the bravery required to tackle such a horde. I realized I couldn't just leave my friend behind and turned around to help him. But it was too late, they had swarmed him. I couldn't get to him. I had to watch as they knocked him out and proceeded to bash his head in. I wasn't about to let that happen to me. I broke into a full on sprint, and so did the horde. There was no way I could outrun them, I was already feeling tired. My legs can't take it. I'm on the ground, and they're already upon me. Maybe I can just reach the water...
Unfortunately, Mosus suffered the same fate as his dear friend. One kick and he was out like a light. The other zombies decided took turns punching his head until it was an unrecognizable lump. And that children, is why you should always stay inside the fortress walls. The world is a dangerous place, now get back to the farms.
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Topic: The Museum II; adventure succession world (game is finished) (Read 116703 times)