I mustered enough courage to say, "No, I quit. Go find another Level One noob to do all this for you."
The overseer blinked, then replied, "Okay, you quit. Here's your level equipment."
"But you promised me Level Four equipment," I protested.
"Yeah, but you didn't do all your chores, so you get Level Two equipment."
"Fine, it'll do. Just give me my gear and let me go."
"Alright, slave... I mean, loyal subject," he corrected himself.
"Yes, yes, thank you," I muttered, quickly grabbing the equipment. I prayed silently to God that he wouldn't try to capture me again, using me to rub his feet or something else demeaning. I made my escape as fast as I could, heading back to the oasis I knew—the one that had a goblin and a Nigel.
When I got there, I saw the Nigel, a manic grin plastered on my face. Without hesitation, I jumped onto it, crashing its skull like Mario stomping on a Goomba. I felt elated. Afterward, I decided to embark on a new journey, seeking a bigger and better oasis, one with more space.
But before I could fully leave, I remembered the goblin—the one who stole my toilet paper. That became my first mission: to get revenge. I set out for the goblin's cave, or at least where I thought it was. Inside, I found a hoard of things the goblin had stolen from others, and there it was—my toilet paper. I snatched it up, ready to leave, but when I turned around, the goblin stood right in front of me.
Before it could react, I whipped out my Level Two knife and stabbed it. It died so fast I almost didn't believe it. Finally, I had my revenge. I walked out of the cave, toilet paper in hand, and resumed my perilous journey.
I came across some oases—some occupied, others empty but unsuitable. I kept going until I stumbled upon a massive wall. At the top, a man was manning a ballista.
"What's this wall for?" I began to ask, but he cut me off.
"State your business!" he barked.
"I just want to—"
"State your business!" he repeated.
Before I could finish, he threatened, "Are you stupid or something? State your business or I'll shoot you."
"Forget it," I muttered and left, not interested in whatever trouble that would lead to.
I kept walking until something strange appeared before me: snow. Half the land was a scorching desert, and the other half, an icy wasteland. Confused, I walked into the snow, but the cold hit me instantly, freezing me to the bone. It was unbearable, so I quickly turned back, retreating to the desert's warmth.