Kyle started to descend the hill.
He had no idea where he was, but there was no reason to just stay here.
"Fucking!" Kyle shouted as he stepped on something that immediately slid away, making him almost fall over.
He heard the thing he stepped on roll down the hill for a little while before stopping.
"Seriously?" he shouted in annoyance. "I just fucking got here, and I almost immediately ate shit!"
"Fucking hikers," he mumbled as he walked to the thing he stepped on. "Masochists, I tell you! Why do people do this voluntarily?"
Kyle reached the thing and looked at it.
"Huh," he said. "No wonder it didn't feel like a stone."
Kyle grabbed the grey object and moved it around in his hands.
"It's a helmet," he muttered.
Sure enough, Kyle held a grey helmet made of metal in his hand.
It was dirty, rusty, bent, and it had a hole near its right side.
"Guess somebody got an arrow to the head," Kyle commented as he looked at the hole.
Kyle just looked at the helmet for a while.
Looking at it felt... strange.
Someone died here.
That was... weird.
"Maybe it wasn't the best idea to accept the job," Kyle mumbled. "I don't really want to die, you know?"
Kyle just scratched the back of his head.
Then, he looked around.
"You know, in games, something is always constantly happening, and you can just quick travel to any place of interest," he mumbled to himself as he looked at the endless forest around the hill.
"But this is real."
As Kyle looked at the forest, he was overcome by a sense of regret.
'This entire idea sounds great on paper, but right now, this is no different from literally getting dropped in any random forest in America.'
'People think, oh great, I get to go to a funny fantasy land, but I haven't seen any of that yet. As far as I know, I've just been dumped in a random place in the US.'
'Getting dropped in a forest in a fantasy land? Sign me up! Getting dropped in a forest in the US? No, thank you.'
'And yet, it's the same fucking thing. I gotta look for food, water, warmth, and shelter. At least, that's what all the survivalist YouTube videos told me to do, and I guess it makes sense.'
Kyle pulled a survival knife out of his jeans pocket.
He wasn't allowed to take anything with him except for his clothing and stuff that fit in his pocket.
Originally, he had an entire backpack with survival gear with him, but the magic lady said no.
The reason?
'You don't need that,' Kyle grumbled.
Kyle shook his head to regain his bearings.
"Who cares? No point in crying over spilled milk!"
Then, he grabbed the helmet and pulled it over his head.
"Armor time," he said to himself. "Wonder if there's more."
Kyle decided to look around the hill some more to look for equipment.
And after some minutes...
"Oh?" Kyle uttered as he saw something mildly shining lying on the ground.
'Is that a gem?' Kyle thought as he looked at it.
He tried to pull the gem out, but he could tell that it was attached to something buried beneath it.
'More loot!' Kyle thought as he grabbed his survival knife to move the earth to the side.
'It's attached to a long piece of metal. Don't tell me this is a sword!' Kyle thought with excitement.
The only things Kyle felt were surprise and disgust. freewēbnoveℓ.com
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