2 Chapter Two: Setting Up

It didn't take long for them to get setup in this world.

Max with his stealth semblance went out to gather some wood and rocks, farming enough wood to craft each of them a stone spear.

The stone came from loose stone that functioned like the pick-ups from the game, but were obviously far more abundant.

With weapons they could protect themselves from Grimm.

Carrow in his moment of death and slaughter hadn't noticed at the time, but after a few hours, did; the Grimm weren't evaporating like they did in the show.

Thus he dived into the brick of knowledge that whatever brought them here gave him and his friends.

Apparently, whatever transported them here 'fixed' some things about the show in this reality. Things that it didn't like or felt didn't make sense.

Which one the disintegration was Carrow didn't know, but it gave them meat, leather, skulls, bones, and fat, so he wasn't complaining.

After gearing up they valiantly protected the 'farmer' while fending off massive bug Grimm and three massive Emu Grimm.

The goat demons were bad, but Emu's were just plain evil.

Max, chopped down a good few stacks of wood before they started trying to find a good place to settle.

Deciding to settle near a location with lots of resources they started a rather nomadic life-style for a good four days.

Infinite stamina as long as one had food and water was rather cool, the problem was water.

It was Carrow who decided to try a rather crazy idea, slitting his wrist with a piece of flint, drinking the blood, then bandaging the wound a bunch, to recover the lost heath.

As long as that heath bar didn't go to zero then they could keep functioning.

Cloth was gathered from a variety of different plants, but hemp, according to DeeJay was native to central Asia.

So they had to use other plants, the product was the same result thanks to their powers so it didn't really matter much.

Although Carrow wanted to try smoking the plant. He was immortal now so lung cancer was kind of out of the question.

Eventually they managed to find a decent area.

The build location was on a small flat next to a rocky hill that they planed to have a sniper tower on. In the area were two glowing golden resource deposits, so that was neat.

More to that, a couple miles away was the northern part of the forest according to their map of Menagerie, so wood while not close was in their region at the least.

With Rust's building mechanics it didn't take long to get a base down, a two by two with plans in place to expand farther with honey comb, even if they didn't really need it with no one to raid them.

In about an hour they had a two story stone base with grim meat cooking on a grill that DeeJay made by snagging the scant amount of metal they had smelting.

Not that Max or Carrow really blamed him, having been running on charred meat and their own blood for the most part.

In a day they had a large furnace down and a level one workbench, along with a 'airlock', being in reality meant that the doors no longer clipped through people or other doors, as such the air lock wasn't as effective as it was in the game.

They had their eyes set on the Mining Quarry, a deployable that wasn't craftable in the game, yet costed them a very sizable amount of components.

Without this they had to excavate the ores by hand, and that wasn't exactly efficient.

The two deposits of resources turned out to be a low-quality metal deposit and a high-quality metal deposit; something that confused them, as high-quality was usually gathered with low quality metal.

However disappointing at the moment it was to not have a sulfur deposit yet, was a massive boon for the late game.

Having large surpluses of HQM would be a godsend. Although rather useless now, they kept chucking along the hard grind.

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Carrow fell into a hard metal chair, the skin of a goat demon coating it as he sipped some water from a can.

It's been about a few weeks since they had been sent to this new reality.

Humans were an adaptable sort however, and Carrow liked to think he and his friends were a bit extra on that department.

They had largely completed the general frame of the base.

With DeeJay at the helm of mining and security, killing off wandering Grimm along with building up the compound walls.

Carrow for his part had been building the base with Max's help.

DeeJay was rather known for building horrid base designs, and while neither of them were any civil engineers, they had the basics down for pat.

Max had been helping him integrate 'roleplay' elements into the base, along with helping speed along crafting and organizing the clutter of items and loot that they were producing.

Mental health was important for immortals and finding funny memes of their old world on the walls brightened the day just a little.

Things were chucking along, and there had only been one death with DeeJay having been bitten by a rather nasty two headed snake Grimm. The thing had been promptly killed, but he died of poisoning.

On the combat side of things, in the scant few weeks they had been here each and everyone of them had their bodies reconfigured into vessels fit for pure survivalism and brutal combat. Corded and lithe muscle was Max's body, fit for an assassin and burst of speed and power or for long distant runs.

Carrow on the other hand had both bulked and toned up. While by no means being a muscle bound freak, or even a body builder, he was putting on the meat, gaining both power and endurance coupled with his increased height of six four made him a beast to put down.

DeeJay was more balanced between them, with a swimmers build, compact and lean muscle, the best of both world, as it were.

Their faces also went from 'above average' to 'holy shit that's fucking Jason Borne.' To put simply; comic book pretty.

None of them were complaining and it just made their lives easier.

Coupled with aura and their unflinching nature as beings unafraid of death, and the limitless stamina made them the Grimm's worst nightmare for a race that relied on the opponent to tire and fatigue.

Neither of them exactly fancied their chances against an actual hunter, but they viewed their true power not in their muscles or guns, but one specific deployable item that could make them unmatched in this world.

The Research Table.