scorpions pit 7
I rested for a day, and I have to say, it was worth it. as the night sky in this world is more beautiful than earth, I looked at it wondering if such a beautiful place was all a dream, I reached out with my hands trying to collect the stars, seeing my bone hands did not fill me with dread any more, it felt like I have shed all things that make me a living beings and with it all its worries, as this thought went through my mind, I felt a little weird sense of freedom.
to bad, now it becomes weird in a beautifully majestic kind of way, as I found out that this world had 4 moons in the sky, which if you think about it marks you frightened at frist but later you get over it as you watch them move around each other.
apart from that, one moon had a red dot around it always moving which is followed by 7 other dots.
the next day I had to say being undead is frustrating, I will give you an example if I was to look at the sand I could do it for hours or maybe days until someone or something nock my sense back.
it's scary to imagine sitting in a position for days looking at a stone or walking for days just to hit a wall and learn you had walked for 2 weeks and made no such progress because you walked in the wrong direction.
Even if I have endless stamina I don't have endless life, but still so the worst thing that can happen is I overwork my bones and they break without me knowing until it is too late.
this is the reason why I interrupt my thoughts by myself in other to not get cut up in that infinite loop by mistake.
for now, I took out another amor from my inventory, to use as I don't think that it is possible to have bad luck two times in a role I also took out the spear to use as my weapon.
so with that, I left the platform and this time I went West as it seems to be a good choice.
I began to run, but slowly so as not to be too fast to miss anything, yes I forget to tell you that as I watched the stars last night I practice moving my bone and performed some incredible movements I could not before, I mean I understand I had no muscle but it still felt amazing.
The more I move the more I familiarise myself with my new body or is it old boney body, to be honest I don't care that much anymore and the movement becomes an instinct that the body does.
like if a skeleton in a group walks around all day, and then attacks when they see a human and play dead when they are defeated, I becomes an instinctive activity to them and they will continue to follow this way of doing things even when they are separate from the group, it felt like my body is one big recorder, as long as I have successfully performed the action ones, I can perform it as many times as I want by instinct, I think this may be one of my skills at work. so in performing various incredible movement in a systematic organized order, I was able to create a very simple fighting style, though not perfect and it has a lot of flow's, I know that it will save my life