Biology
"Were you able to find food?"
"Food?" You echo back, realizing that it had been the least of everyone's concerns, yet certainly you still had to eat...
Your eyes drift down, again noticing the one part of the Chakat anatomy that you never adjusted to, the breasts perkily bouncing on your chest. You find yourself staring, noticing that though they felt strange on your body, they were less fatty, jiggly than what you'd expect...
"They are almost... stronger? Spongy?" Your finger gives a small jab at your chest. Something in your mind seems to be running, filling in these gaps. "We don't struggle as much in that because we store nutrients in a fluid here..." You find yourself blurting, unsure where the knowledge is necessarily coming from, but finding it suddenly imprinted on your mind after your stint in the darkness, the spawning.
"It's like a modified, mutated milk. Its high in sugars and vitamins, like a power drink- but produced by our own bodies from situations of duress. It's called milkwater."
When your mind finally stirs quieter, you blink. "Wow, how do you know that?" Someone asked, echoing your own mind.
"It's obvious! The further you play, the more you know! You keep your knowledge when you die, just not your stuff!" Someone blurted, having connected the dots. Your eyes go wide.
"Wow! So that means.... As unpleasant as dying is... we can understand who we are? What we are?" You look down at yourself, filled with awe to know that all this time your breasts were storing some kind of chakrat produced chicken noodle soup replacement, some superpowered milk that would rescue you, had been rescuing you.
"So are we related to camels?" Someone asked, voice innocent.
"HEY!" You blurted, hearing your own voice come out with such force is shocked you. You couldn't place the insult, but for some reason, hearing your kind attached to camel came as a violent attack. "No! No we are not."
"How do you know?"
"I don't okay! But I'm going to find out more!" You turn into the town, moving to one of the crafting tables to replace your lost weapons, then, you plan to head out before night falls. "This time... I'm determined to find out more about what we are."
Maybe then, if you understood what you were playing as. Maybe then you could beat the elves, beat the skeleton when he came for you. "Whatever lies ahead, we need to be as prepared as possible. I just know it."
With your mind finally going silent and the voices around you rising, you set to work crafting. Your hands fall into the familiar task, still trained from before you'd all set out. It's almost as if you never left, except this time, you're filled with the determination to keep moving forward because now you know there's more to find out.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 19 May 2017