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A rumbling shakes the room. The residents look up from their various activities, all of them familiar with what the shaking entails. A new Knight was on the way. All eyes fell towards the empty seat of the couch, waiting for the new bearer of Knight to emerge.

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I awoke to the sounds of rumbling. My eyes opened groggily, like I had just come back from a night of fitful sleep.

 

Where am I?

 

I tried remembering where I was, and more importantly why I was here. My mind came up blank. Frowning, I tried again. Blank again. I tried remembering anything, and a single thought came to me.

 

My name is Kade.

 

Okay, well at least I know who I am. To an extent at least. Still had no idea who I was besides that, since any other attempts at remembering my name were lost to the wind.

 

Well, considering my first memory is that I don't know where I am, I'd say I'm gonna do great.

 

I prop myself up with my elbows, questioning why my body felt so heavy. I looked down at my chest and saw it encased in steel. My arms were also covered in the same metal as my chest. Legs; steel. Feet; steel. My hand raised up to feel that yep, covered in steel as well. I was wearing armour straight out of the Middle Ages.

 

I stood up, my armour clanking around me as I did. Looking around, I seemed to be in some sort of mossy room. The walls were made out of green bricks while the floor and ceiling were laid out with light and dark shades of teal bricks. Even though there were no torches on the walls, I could perfectly make out the silver chest in front of me.

 

That and the doorway that led to who knows where.

 

Welp, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

 

I looked at the chest again. Something told me what was inside was prepared for me. I opened the lid, the hinges creaking. Inside it I saw...

...is that a gun?

 

I questioned why I knew it was a gun but I didn't know how I got there. That's something to think about when I'm out of here and safe, though.

 

Gripping the gun by the handle, I pulled it out to take a better look. I'm not ashamed to say that I yelped when the text popped up in front of me.

 

Bad Pistol
Dmg: 3
Energy Cost: 0
Crit: 0
Accuracy: 5

 

Bad Pistol? That seemed like an understatement. The handgun looked so dented I didn't even think it could shoot straight, or even shoot at all. The grey metal was unpolished and dented; as if the previous owner never cared to maintain it. A yellow band wrapped around the base of the barrel. A tiny iron sight was put at the tip of the gun.

 

On instinct, I brought the pistol up to my face to aim down the sights. The warped barrel caused it to not even line up the sights. If I didn't have any other choice, I would not choose this.

 

Plus, how was I even going to use it? There were no bullets in the chamber, and I didn't see any ammo in the chest, so how...

 

As if in response, a yellow bullet of energy shot out from the barrel and hit the wall.

 

I looked down at the gun I was holding. Did it have a mind of its own? I aimed at the wall again and tried pulling the trigger. Again, the muzzle unloaded yellow energy that hit the wall with a soft thud.

 

So maybe it didnt need ammo? The bullets didnt look like normal to me.

 

...

 

How did I know what bullets look like, but not who I was and how did I get here?

 

The doorway loomed in front of me ominously. Something told me that I was supposed to go forward, and to bring this gun with me. I walked pass the doorway into the passage. The walls were made out of the same stuff as the room I was in earlier. I continued onwards until the end of the passage to fine a different room.

 

In here, there were a few more things compared to the other room. A few bricks walls of the same tone partitioned the room, as well as what looked like wooden boxes littered here and there. I stepped into the room to take a closer look.

 

BOOM!

 

Behind me, gates made out of massive stripped logs rose out of the ground and closed the way I just came from.

 

That's not good, I thought to myself just as I heard a low growl behind me.

 

I turn quickly, and from the cover of the partition steps out a beast of a Boar. Its shaggy brown body turned toward me, its blue eyes looking at me with the intent to kill.

 

I found myself in a staring competition with the beast. Seconds pass, before it unhinged its jaw and roared as it charged towards me.

 

shit shit shit.

 

I tried to dodge out of its way, but somehow my body refused to move. Was it from fear? Finally, I managed to roll away, but not after one of its tusks managed to snag me. I grunted in pain as I landed a few paces away from where I was just a few seconds ago.

 

The boar kept charging until it hit the wooden barrier, sending a dull thud to reverberate through the room. It shook its head, before turning towards me and preparing for another charge. It took off, a missile of meat and fur barreling straight towards me. I was faster in evading it this time, not getting knicked in the process. But it was only a matter of time before my stamina would run out. I don't know if the beast has that problem though.

 

A warm feeling in my hand reminded me that I had a gun. I mentally hit myself for forgetting something like that. Self punishment later, I thought.

 

Aiming the Bad Pistol at the boar, I pulled the trigger and let loose a bullet. The ammunition found its mark in its flank, causing it to squeal. I felt bad, but then remembered how it tried to turn me into kebab earlier.

 

Its necessary for my survival, I told myself. Either me or it.