Five days ago, the Wall of Flesh was killed.
Three days ago, the hero left to venture into the jungle.
Today, the armor of the hero was found along with giant tortoise tracks by the Dryad; the body was never recovered.
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A man walked down a busy sidewalk.
He was working on his Associate Degree in Nursing; he wanted to be a nurse for children, and at the time everything was going well.
The man was working on his degree, his apartment was clean, and the sun was smiling down at him.
There was nothing in the world that could keep him down.
But as he walked, he got the answer to a question.
What is the fastest car in the world?
The answer was right in front of the man. It was a logging truck with no logs in it.
He attempted to dodge the tuck, but the years he spent sitting down and studying hadn't helped his physical condition.
And so, his life came to an end in a quick and slightly painless way.
A life is lost, truly a shame.
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The man opened his eyes.
Looking around he saw he was no longer in his city.
He was in some sort of void with shimmering stars surrounding him. He was standing on some clear blueish platform in the form of a long path.
It was a thin path that stretched out in front of him, there were serval other people on the path as well.
On a second look, calling what stood in front of him people wasn't exactly right. They were transparent purple shapes that looked like people.
He then looked down at his hands and saw that he was also the same transparent purple.
"..." he tried to speak but there was no mouth on his body
With nothing else to do, he stood in line. Every so often the line would move up one person.
Eventually, the man saw where they were all moving towards. It was some sort of two-way gate with a very large number on top.
A person would get scanned, then the number would go up, after that either the left or right gate would open, and the scanned person would walk through.
After a time, it was the man's turn to get scanned.
As he got scanned, the number increased.
[3,000,000]
The number began to flash black and white.
Watching this, the man was worried why it was flashing.
Then, the platform under the man disappeared, causing him to fall straight through. And as he fell down, trying to grasp onto something, the man saw the number dim and disappear.
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"And what should we name him?"
"Alastair."
"It's a shame he won't know our name for so long"
"Truely, but I never want to have some hero knowing our name"
"I know, I know"
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To say Alastair was confused was an understatement.
He was walking to his house, then he was walking in a line, now he couldn't walk at all. It was like the world was playing a trick on him.
As far as he could understand, he was currently a baby. Which was odd, but hey what are you going to do.
His new parents were nice. They fed him, the cared for him, and they changed him. That changing was something that he going to remember and cringe at for a long time.
The walls around him seemed to be made of some sort of dark wood, and there weren't any vents that he could see, which lead him to think that he was in a lower technology world.
Also, he knew there was some fantasy due to the flying demon eyes pounding on the wooden walls of his house.
Sometimes, they would fly near the window and look through, sometimes the eyes would see Alastair, and sometimes they would stare at him.
It scared him.
Though the eyes did bring some familiarity, it looked like a Demon Eye from that one game he liked to play.
'What was it again?'
Terraria.
However, there was another thing that was pushing Alastair to think that he was in Terraria.
There was a screen sitting in front of him, on that screen were three items. A copper short sword, a copper pickaxe, and a copper axe.
He could also see his HP and MP, they were at one hundred and twenty
As far as Alastair could tell, the screen was identical from the one from Terraria. The screen gave him some hope and took some away.
The good, he had the power to craft powerful items, along with being in a world that he mostly understood.
The bad, Terraria isn't exactly the kindest world. But, as long as he didn't kill the Wall of Flesh, he should be fine if he just lived his life.
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It had been a few years; he was able to walk and talk once more. Though he tried to keep it within the normal timeframe that a child should be learn.
With his knowledge in nursing along with the ability to count, he was able to keep his learning within the lines of what a child his age should know.
However, Alastair didn't quite know how to act around his new parents. Mostly because they were rather distant.
Alastair would hug his parents, but they wouldn't hug him back. He couldn't tell them 'I love you' because they had never said it to him.
What also didn't help was the lack of seeing other kids. He wasn't allowed outside and was only allowed within certain parts of the house.
One day his parents were talking behind doors, much more than they usually did. They were talking about some kind of test and hoping that their son was still alive.
On the other side of the door was Alastair, who was sitting in some long hallway.
After a few hours Alastair's parents came into his room with something in their hand.
"I need you to do me a favor," his dad said holding something in his hand, "I need you to throw this," he said handing Alastair something.
It was a grenade.
An adult gave a grenade to a child.
Taking the grenade from his dad's hand, Alastair looked at it for a moment.
'I should be fine to throw this, the pin's still in, wait, hold on a moment'
Alastair remembered that in Terraria when you threw a grenade it acting as if the pin was removed, and he had a Terraria system.
With his parents watching him Alastair reeled back his hand and flung his hand forward before dropping the grenade with velocity.
He did not throw it; he dropped it with velocity.
The grenade hit the floor with a clink. Either the system he had didn't automatically arm grenades when thrown, or him thinking that he was dropping it not throwing it actually worked.
"Oh," his mother said, "Oh my son!" she said hugging Alastair.
"I knew he wasn't a hero, but it's good to make sure, right Cailyn?" his dad asked wiping some tears.
"I know, but it's good to know that our son is our son," Cailyn replied.
"And son?" his dad said taking a knee in front of Alasdair, "Dad's name is Pablo, and mom's name is Cailyn," he told his son with a smile on his face.
"Mom? Dad?" Alasdair repeated.
"Oh, I wasn't ready for that," Pablo said, a few more tears coming out of his eyes, "Now come on, I want to show you something," Alasdair's dad said while holding his hand out.
Taking his hand, Alasdair walked with his father out of the house for the first time in his life.
It was bright sunny day; there were many other kids coming out of their houses in their parent's arm just like Alasdair.
"Look son, I want you to see this," the dad said pointing forward.
Following his stretched-out finger, Alasdair looked at a large statue.
"That's Cthulhu, they are our lord, and they shall be yours," Pablo said while putting his son in the air.
'This, this is not good'