Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill them. Perhaps killing these witches will restore balance to the world.
Five witches have been slayed: two more remain.
This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.
Time to finish crossing this ocean.
Before I left, I planted three flowers, bidding Waystation Island farewell. The island was a necessary respite in my journey across the waters, but it’s time to put it behind me for good.
I built ever westward. The waters rolled onward before me, horizon to horizon to horizon to horizon. I was just a speck of nothingness in this vast ocean.
By nightfall I spotted an island on the horizon. I knew not to get my hopes up that this was a continent, the fabled land I dreamed of. As I approached, I realized it was overrun with monsters. I dubbed it “Dead Island 3.”
The monsters were everywhere, skeletons and creepers and zombies and spiders. There must be a witch here somewhere, spawning these unholy creatures. I started attacking those closest to me, my new iron sword dulling with each passing contact with bone.
I searched for the witch, but within seconds, it was clear that I would be unable to take the island. I was overwhelmed, and retreated to the water.
I left with my life, but not my honor. I had to keep building west, bypassing this island entirely. Fortunately my small store of bread was enough to nourish me.
Fully rested, I continued on. By midday I found another island, this one quite large.
I jumped off my bridge and approached it. Usually these islands necessitate a slight detour in my bridge, but if the island is long enough, I could save considerable resources. I swam underwater as much as possible in case baddies were out looking for me.
The island had long, sandy beaches. A grove of trees was in the center of the island, the shade of which protected a flock of sheep from the harsh sun. This island had life, and no sign of monsters.
When I got to the westernmost end of the island, I had enough evidence to determine that detouring my land bridge slightly would save me resources in the long run. The sun was setting, so I had to make it back to my land bridge as quickly as possible in case monsters were here.
Then I found a pool of lava. Monsters were definitely here, and they were destroying this island!
Before I reached the refuge of my bridge, I saw a zombie approaching me…from the water! Had it swam all day from Dead Island 3 to catch me? No time to wonder. After my terrible defeat last night, I couldn’t afford to get into another conflict.
Then I saw something new: a baby zombie riding a chicken. A chicken! That kid was fast! I had to get to the water as quickly as possible. I could out-swim these monsters, at least for a short distance.
The water may have slowed the baby zombie, but soon the shoreline was overcome with skeleton archers. They pelted me with only a few arrows. I was bleeding profusely, and almost died right there in the water. I had no armor: I lost it at the bottom of the sea. I had no protection from the undead.
I got to the land bridge and started running backward as fast as possible. I outran all of the monsters except one.
While the baby zombie was indeed slowed by the water, as soon as it climbed aboard my land bridge I was finished. That chicken was too fast. It ran straight up to me and bit off my legs. I was dead within moments.
I named this place Decimation Island. Here I was cut down by a baby zombie riding a chicken. May this day soon vanish from my memory.