After a long night spent muttering to myself about useless barbarians, and the ridiculous amount of property damage they cause, I finally checked my notifications from the goblins deaths.
.... Biomass Received. Biomass - 50/85. Energy Received. Energy - 40/70 - 125 to next level> Woah. I mean, woah. One group of goblins and I suddenly have all this to work with? Ok, stay calm, think rationally. I could make some animals for people to slaughter while they're here! Bonus biomass! And a bathroom. What's a bathroom? Toilet. Shower. Bath. Where did that idea come from? Huh. Seems like when I don't think about it, bits of past memories bleed through. A bathroom was actually a great idea. Free biomass every time humans used it. And they'd get a kick out of a shower. Time to expand and redesign I guess. - Now I was starting to have a dungeon. I added another 2 meters outside, but inside? 30. cubic. Feet. I had three rooms now, one to each side. To the left, the crafters hall as I called it. I would grow different fungus and have some materials available, along with a workbench for them to use. Shame I had no tools for them to borrow. But I've never even met a crafter, so I'd need to scan them before adding the design. To the right, the combat pit. Not huge, mostly for the melee combats. It had a training dummy and, yeah you guessed it, Porky. With a bit of goblin thrown in to give him some intelligence. I left the main area as the sleeping quarters for now. Should anyone enter, they'd be able to enjoy the dungeon for a bit, slaughter the pig and give me the energy I need to grow. With all the extra stone I harvested, I even gained more materials to use in the dungeon. I promptly upgraded the traps system, so now instead of two giant granite slabs sashing each other, it was a pitfall in front of the door, a granite door slamming downwards, and a swinging axe going through the average persons waist. Oh, and a nice looking chest to put the payment in when they entered. Uninvited guests be damned. My mice, sadly, I recycled into biomass, and replaced with three chickens. They could even lay am egg each, as long as the egg was eaten or taken away, it'd refresh eventually. They were pretty safe in an improvised henhouse out front. Biomass - 0/85 Materials - 10/86 Energy - 0/70 Defense - 5/5 Life forms - 4/4 Adventurers - 0/2 Location - Karia Woods - Bartur left after the incident with the furniture. Not that I'm complaining or anything. But he didn't even return a few days later when the extra rooms were finally ready. Try and do a nice thing for a guy. Whatever. And so I spent more time alone. I made an easy entry into the henhouse, as there was a local fox I could milk for some points, and I set my pet pig free to roam the nearby area. Well now. Well now indeed. - Porky was having a grand old time. It was strange at first, seeing through mortal(ish) eyes, and not being able to hear, smell taste or feel everything around me, but it was a new experience, and one I didn't want to waste. I decided on carving a map of the local area on the dungeon wall as he went. I may not be a master cartographer, but I can carve such fine details into the wall that not a single tree or bush will be missed if I don't want them to be. But Porky was looking for something in particular. He cocked his head to the side, snorted his strange gurgling snort, and immediately huffed in what appeared to be a random direction. 'That's strange. I didn't see anything. Did he hear something?' As he rounded another patch of trees and moved through a bush, I saw it. A goblin, and two small humanoids. 'Ugh. Kids. I hate kids.' I thought to myself. Porky had other ideas, apparently. With an angry squeal, he charged forward and attempted to gore the goblin with his tusks. The goblin fell flat on his back, avoiding the danger for the moment, and pointing a spear at my pig. "System, what happens if a creature dies outside the dungeon?" Wait, what? Why was I just hearing this now? 'Eat a dick, system. That should've been a warning in the skill.' "Great, now I can't even keep my swears inside my head. Porky, run." Porky heard my command in his head. "Run". And amazingly, the pig who could only shuffle before ran. He ran with speeds I'd never seen before. Right at the goblins spear. Fuck.