[SP-F1] All Your Mats Are Belong To Us

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(I got bored so switched to 1st person for fun)

I knew there was thing I really needed to get better gear, and that was materials. Lots of it.

Now, most people would tell you the easiest and quickest way to get materials is through farming mobs. Sounds fun right?!

 

Well, I was having one of his slumps. Seeing as I cannot yet play music to channel his frustrations, I had to be content with how I am right now.

"Haahh......"

So, I resolved that a far better decision was to go farm some materials. It was a peaceful way of doing things, with far less effort required. Sure, it'll take me a while and not be efficient in the long run, but it was that or go actually use effort. And right now, I have no effort to give.

 

I made sure my pickaxe was in my inventory, which it was, and set off to a mine. The best place seemed to be the public mine in Floor 1, where fellow not-quite-so-brave people went for ore. Can meet a few NPC's too there too.

The travel there was quiet and I said hello to other players as I passed, in general friendliness.

 

Eventually, I reached the mine. There were some miners there working away, both player and NPC populated. NPC's didn't actually do anything there valuable, they were simply there for decorational purposes or so you didn't feel on your own.

 

"Well, time to get to it."

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I flicked my finger, the ring of the menu opening becoming now a staple of the sounds I listened to. It was like the singing of birds or similar, accepted as part of everyday life.

I equipped a pickaxe into my hand, which materialised in front of me and I grabbed with conviction more similar to grabbing a weapon. I suppose all this recent fighting is getting to me and seeping into my normal life.

 

I walked to a particular crack on the rock near the cave entrance where other players and NPC's hammered away. Claiming this crack for myself, I looked over the vein. It appeared to be gold ore again, not that this game seemed to mind what you got for a material half the time, depending on what you were using it for. I hoisted the pickaxe over my head and swung straight towards the vein.

 

• Rolled a 5 on the d20 (loot) dice.

...And failed miserably. Oh well, I had all day, so this didn't matter.

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A failure of a first attempt wasn't about to put me off. If the info guidebook was right, I had a 25% chance of managing it, possibly just a bit higher with my pendant equipped, much as the name mocked me. I picked up the pickaxe off the ground and swung again, though this time at a slight angle, hoping it would change how the game registered it. Obviously it didn't, but a man could hope.

• Rolled a 18 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Regardless of what I believed, I literally struck gold. A notification popped up beside me showing I received some gold ore for material.

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Well, third time lucky...hopefully. I managed it last time so this should be as easy as the one before. In due time, I'll have all the materials I need and this will be a breeze. Then again, I shouldn't jinx myself, or I really will be here all day.

I picked up the pickaxe, put it over my head, then sent the pickaxe crashing down onto the vein in the rock wall. I was beginning to make a fluid movement out of this and get really used to doing this more. Do this enough and I won't have to worry about my material needs.

 

• Rolled a 14 on the d20 (loot) dice.

I felt like I was about to fail, but then my pendant glowed slightly, at least I think it did. Regardless, I lucked out and got another material. Well, third time lucky it is. I could get really used to owning this pendant you know, maybe I should get more luck boosting equipment.

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Getting slightly overconfident, I hurried myself back into position to hit the rock again. Success was addicting it seemed, and I was drunk with it. I wanted to do it more, to get more success, to win. I suppose this that feeling they have when they fight high level bosses with only a sliver of health remaining. Well if I wanted to be one of them, I would need some better equipment, which is exactly why I am here.

• Rolled a 3 on the d20 (loot) dice.

I failed miserably. I got knocked back slightly, like when a sword hits you in a non-PK zone. Regardless, with my previous success, I was undeterred and decided I should keep on hitting this rock 'til I damn well get what I want. This rock was not going to beat me.
And I am talking like I am duelling to a rock. Apparently I have been so lonely, I literally am talking to a wall, in my head that is. Not that that was more self-assuring that I truly was heading towards the downward spiral of madness.

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Well, sinking into the quagmire of madness had to wait. For now, this wall had to be conquered and give him materials. I need those materials after all.

The pickaxe looked the same as ever, with the same decorative etches on it, as though nothing the system could change its appearance, aside from breaking it.

I picked up the pickaxe over my head and swung down onto the rock wall, sparks flying as the friction of the virtual steel hit the virtual rock, yet felt so real.

• Rolled a 19 on the d20 (loot) dice.

I had struck gold, a notification popping up for a successful gather. I smiled, as this meant I was back on track for farming. Yay for farming.

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I was not for some reason feeling confident to this tie round, but decided I had to go at it anyway. This rock wasn't going to mine itself, so someone has to if I am wanting some materials. I began to wonder what I should get for armour. Maybe gauntlets and a chestplate? Hmm, gauntlets with vambrace would be good. Instead of a chest plate though, maybe chain mail or something. I after all need some flexible armour that would let him move easily and twist my body.

• Rolled a 14 on the d20 (loot) dice.

The pendant glowed slightly and I hit gold, a notification appearing for having hit my target. Giving myself a personal mental cheer, I sighed a breath of relief and rested my pickaxe on the floor to lean on. I let myself take a few breaths, since I have been going at it for a while now.
 

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Having recovered, I hoisted the pickaxe off the ground and swung it back to be behind my head. My arms were a bit tired though, so I did not have high hopes for this, I have to admit. Well, better trying than staring at the wall, waiting until my arms drop off from holding this pickaxe.

• Rolled a 3 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Turns out the tiredness was getting to me and my pickaxe broke as I swung down. Great, there goes that.

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Well, this is where the NPC's came in handy. While annoyed I had lost my pickaxe, I shouldn't let this deter me.
I walked to a NPC and spoke to them. "May I have a pickaxe?"
They replied with a grin and handed me one from....somewhere. God knows where NPC's hide all their stuff, being non playable parts of the computer. Benefit of being part of the system I suppose then. Oh well, now is not the time to dwell on that.
 
I walked back to where I was before, looking at the vein that had lost me my pickaxe. This time however, I felt more confident that it would not happen again. I took up the new pickaxe, though it looked exactly like my last, and swung with conviction at the rock wall.

• Rolled a 9 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Well I suppose in a way I was right. The pickaxe did not break, though it didn't net me any ore. Well, looks like I need to give it another go before I manage it then. I have to admit though, this is going rather well considering how long I've spent doing this.

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If I failed this time, I'm sure luck will bounce back at me and I will succeed. And hopefully not break my pickaxe again, as that was a sincere waste of time I would rather not do again. Well, actually I didn't mind, but I had better things to do with my time. Like mining this ore I was wanting.

On that note, I should stop dawdling with my personal monologue and actually mine this wall.

 

I took up the pickaxe and swung at the rock, sparks flying as it clashed with the rock with a crash. Well the pickaxe didn't break, which is a start.

• Rolled a 18 on the d20 (loot) dice.

And I got a gold ore from it, which is even better! Well then, my expectations are certainly high for this then. At this rate, I'll be done with this until I am satisfied before sundown.

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I say something like 'at this rate', but I'm probably jinxing myself now and will fail miserably from now on with any attempts to get some ore. Well, I'll just have to see what happens by doing it. I mean, I suppose you could say I only believe in good luck, stupidly optimistic as that was. Optimism makes people hope though. That is when I'm not being cynical. I suppose it depends on my mood with how I judge the world.
 
Putting my feelings aside, I picked up my pickaxe and swung at the rock, the pickaxe hitting the rock and clashing back into me, though without injury.
"Uwaaah!"

• Rolled a 1 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Yup, definitely jinxed myself. typical me. I suppose that's what I get for my optimism.

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Still, I must persevere and keep going, as I WILL make this. Well, at least I hope so. Because I really don't want to go home with not as much as I wanted or so late that I'll be starving when I get home. Well, time to see what Lady Luck has in store for me when I do this.
I picked up the pickaxe and tried swinging this time from the side, hoping that would better for results.

• Rolled a 3 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Clearly it was a horrible idea, because I ended up failing completely. I sighed loudly at the result. Looks like I really will be here for a while.

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Still, I was going to keep at this and get my materials damn it! I checked the pickaxe for any damage, but saw none. Oh well, it had to wait then. I listened to the clang of other people working away and decided I would do the same, trying to go to the rhythm.

 

 

• Rolled a 7 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Clearly an attempt to go with the rhythm was a bad idea, as the clash went awry and no ore came out. Damn it. Looks I need to go with my own feelings on this, rather than trying to follow others.

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I hope Third Time Lucky happens again, because I did NOT want to be here all day, much as I spoke about that before. I checked for any damage on the pickaxe, then swung at the rock again, hoping to see that it would work this time.

I don't know why I checked for damage, since it never visually displays if it has any.

 

 

• Rolled a 20 on the d20 (loot) dice.

The swing was a success regardless, producing ore for me. Yoohoo! Let's hope that happens the next time too!

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Confident I would manage it, I took up the pickaxe and swung again at the rock recklessly. It was probably a stupid idea, but it wasn't like how he did affected the system, right? Regardless, this was another attempt to get the ore. Though I think once I get one more, I'll probably stop. Well, I'll do it until sundown I suppose.

 

 

• Rolled a 13 on the d20 (loot) dice.

I nearly did it, but didn't quite manage, which was disappointing. I didn't fail on an epic proportion and landed in a heap though or break my pickaxe, so it could have been worse for me.

Regardless, it was a failed attempt.

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Well, I nearly got it, so let's try again! I was beginning to feel thirsty, but that could wait for now. I need to get this done first, with no distractions!

This is weirdly invigorating, for something rather dull. Whether it was just mining or the repetitive nature of it, I found it rather nice to do. Not as good as playing music though I must admit...

Anyway, I swing the pickaxe at the rock, in hope to hit something.

 

 

• Rolled a 20 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Woohoo! Sparks flew, nearly burning my face. I didn't care though, since I managed to get more ore. I was feeling great! Oh well, I guess I can continue some more at this.

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• Rolled a 4 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Or....not. I failed on epic proportions, the pickaxe breaking. Oh well, I suppose this is a good sign to stop and go home now.

The air stung against my face as I walked through a flowery field, feeling the chill of the cold. Darn this weather...

Even England had better weather than this. Hopefully it will pick up tomorrow, when I plan on going to that party that was posted about. I should probably buy a guitar for it too, since I can sort of play it.

 

While walking across the field, a boar approached, looking rather angry at me. I wasn't quite sure why, but oh well. I suppose I could do with some experience.

I got into position to fight the boar, readying my spear thrust to come forward. The boar simply looked at me, so I assume its aggression hadn't fully triggered yet. Well, I'm not about to pass up an opportunity.

I twisted my body to bring out the full speed of the spear thrust, lunging at the boar.

 

 

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.

I hit a critical, severely damaging the beast and dealing 3 damage to them. Their HP decreased to just over a half, which meant it was going well.

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The boar looked angrily at the red haired man, who had just sliced their side with the spear. The boar snorted in pain as the spearhead cut across their side, bloodying them.
The boar brought up its hind legs, then ran towards the player at full speed, drunk with rage. They really wanted to end the life of that player for their misdeed, regardless of how they did it.
The tusks came forward and approached them and...

• Rolled a 3 on the d10 (battle) dice.

Completely missed. The man dodged sideways, expecting their charge. This annoyed the boar further, squealing in rage.

 

Tristan 13/13

Boar 4/7

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I twisted around to find where the boar was, so I could stab them straight through. Using the path they were going, I thrusted my spear into the ground where i suspected the boar would be. After all, with some practice one could tell where they were going to go and surprise them with your spearhead.

• Rolled a 4 on the d10 (battle) dice.

The boar travelled too fast though, the spearhead hitting late. Sinking into the ground, it had no effect on the boar.

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The boar came back around and went for a charge behind the man, their blindspot. It was the perfect place to hit. Apparently the boar was right too, since they smacked right into the mans leg, sending them flying in the air.

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.

I grunted as I got knocked a few meters into the air from the boar, not quite expecting it. This boar was clever and needed to be stopped dead in its tracks.
"Lightning Bolt!"
My spear gained a yellow aura as a sword skill only possible to engage from the air came crashing down towards the boar. It sunk right into the boar and through them at lightning speed, ripping their guts out of their inner body and splaying them onto the grass.

 

• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (battle) dice.

 

Dealing 4 damage, this instakilled the boar, stopping them dead in their tracks and leaving them for dead. I got up, using the spear as a walking stick from my sore leg.
Tristan HP 11/13
Boar HP 0/7

 

• Rolled a 11 on the d20 (loot) dice.

 

35 Col sprang out of their body, which I collected. it was better than nothing so he took I for himself. Maybe I can buy some bread with it

I walked home, limping slightly from my sore leg. My farming was a bit more adventurous than I had planned, but regardless, it yielded results. He called it a successful day.
 

COMPLETED

Writing 1st person is hard