Newcommer
Beginning to learn and adapt to the strange form of the feline and human hybrid creature you'd become, the days began to blur together in a stream of wakefulness filled with fitful exploration, crafting, and then fighting until the sun bled across the sky and you'd pass out, exhausted.
Some days had sparks, brief moments where the monotony lifted for a brief flash of novelty, but even those were becoming few and far between as one week led into two and eventually, you'd lost time of when you had even first spawned.
The moments came when someone de-spawned, dying essentially only to wake once again somewhere out in the dusty nothingness that surrounded the town. They'd stomp back into camp, soured and stripped of anything they'd managed to craft or find.
Others came in the opposite time, when a new player would suddenly spawn.
"Hey! I spotted a newbie! Someone should march out and fetch them!" A shout echoed through their makeshift camp, sending one friendly face out to guide the player in before they just senselessly died and began a cycle of misunderstanding and death over and over until they realized the chakrat form came fit with natural claws that acted as their only defense.
The introduction speech became second nature.
"W-what am I?"
"A Chakrat-"
"What the fuck is that?"
"It's a feline hybrid breed. You'll get used to it-"
"D-do I-"
"Yes. You have four legs. You have both reproductive organs. You have claws, use those to attack. Don't die or you'll jus-" Sigh. "Do that again."
"W-what happened!?"
"You died. You de-spawned and re-spawned, thankfully close by. This time, don't die."
Written by Picklessauce69 on 06 February 2017
