4 Red Waste #2

Hours had passed. I spit out the sand accumulating in my mouth, slowly growing delirious as the day-night cycle flew by. Can I die from thirst? Of course, I should also be passing out from hunger, but I suppose the devs were friendly enough.

What few stars could be rendered dazzled me away. Somehow, I felt the evening breeze caress my skin, even if a few carried sand particles figuratively murdered me.

"How is the collision detection this fucking bad?" I yelled, hoping the devs could hear.

That's it. I need to get out of here. I had decided to follow the trajectory of the incoming advertising scrolls, hoping to find civilization on the other end.

Miraculously, I had not seen another player.

"Lmao, what if I'm the only one left?" I laughed, knowing that raiding the final dungeon would be futile then. That said, most of them should be relatively competent gamers, so the odds of a server wipe should be small.

Another ad scroll soared like a shooting star, and I rose again. Thankfully, the ads have become targeted, so I got penis reduction ads instead. That's right, ladies, hit me up.

The mobs in the desert seemed to stir more at night, like in real life. I felt insect and lizard eyes tracking my movements, and I felt their hunger and reciprocated it.

It finally took over. I dove into a dune and found a golden wheel spider, level one, just like me, then beat it to death with my fists.

My hands fucking hurt. I tore off a leg and started munching. Anyone who says things you never ate before tasted like chicken are fucking lying. Spider tasted like ten-year-old shrimp, dissolved into goo, but the hard calcium shell remained intact. Sadly, I needed water, so it was fucking delicious.

Ha...haha... I laughed. I didn't know my life could get more pathetic than it already had. I must survive. Indeed, this must be the rock bottom I had been looking for.

At least I got one gold piece out of the ordeal.