In the midst of thinking, a familiar ding echoed in my ears.
{ Task: Defeat five Brugots. }
'Information about Brugots.' I thought.
*Ding!*
{ Brugots are large maggots, they often appear in groups. They reproduce fast and die fast. } I stare at the panel and imagine a large maggot, snarling at me.
"..." Ew. I want this task done with, I don't want to go out killing maggots in the morning.
I stare at the night sky, barely stopping myself from sighing. I stand up and grab my one and only weapon, a sharpened rock.
I do want to get a better weapon but this'll do for now. The rock I sharpened is quite large after all. It won't look like that anymore if an adult holds it, though.
The alleys are a dirty, musty place. Large maggots called Brugots won't be that hard to find.. would it?
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A few two hours later.
"..." I give up.
Why is it so hard to find maggots?? Seriously... How annoying. This young body needs some beauty sleep already.
Hmm..
If I were a maggot where would I be.
... Oh. Why didn't I think of that before.
In short, I just killed a Rolznir and left it's dead body there. Unlike these maggots Rolznirs are surprisingly easy to find. However if I can't find them, i'll just have to make them come to me.
Ah. Now I sleep.
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In the thick bushes and trees, there lays a large building. However it does not look welcoming in the dark.
The building is surrounded by an unnerving aura. Inside an office there is a man sitting on a leather chair, his legs crossed. The room is dark and the only prominent light is a candle.
The moonlight illuminates part of his face while the other half is yet unknown.
The door to his office opens slowly. "Pope John, Sir?"
John lets out a low hum, letting the other side know he is listening.
"Operation Reformation is under progress.."
A small smile creeps up John's mouth. "I see, but I have a question for you."
In the dark room, you can hear the other side's nervous breathing. "Y-Yes, what may it be, sir?"
"What do you suggest we use for the droids, mm?"
"I suggest we use Malakite and Rolznir parts, f-for the Rolznir we can use their hairy-eyes but we must pluck out the hair a-and..-"
"Enough. You are clueless, I suppose I shouldn't have thought a lowly servant could answer this, what a shame."
*Creak.*
A large metal arm grabs the servants head, he tries to squirm away but the droids grip is unescapable. The servant's eyes tear up, he starts to shiver in fear.
A small chuckle could be heard from the man. The moonlight illuminated the man's face. The servant's eyes widened in terror and fear.
"Pleas-..!" Blood splashes on the carpet. The once clean walls have now been stained with fresh, crimson blood.
John smiled, he said with the most joyous and innocent voice ever, "The correct answer is, we use human parts. Eyeballs for perfect sight and aim and the exo and endoskeleton for the body/frame."
Then the joyous voice turned dark, "And your corpse is our first test subject."