RPG QUEST!!!

[TELL THE TRUTH] SELECTED

[AS]

I sighed, letting all the tension in my body slowly melt away as I tossed the crystal over to Red Steve, who let out a startled yelp and fumbled around with the crystal(That thing isn't soap, is it?) for a few moments, before getting a firm hold on it, holding it in his hands protectively yet gently at the same time.

Ah, this was a really important item huh. Well, glad I didn't screw up that fight earlier! But seriously? I just healed up and my clothes were all clean and patched up!! Now they're burnt, like a chicken cooked in lava.(Seriously, who cooks chicken in burning hot lava?). And I was hungry.

I looked down, my palm facing the open air as I opened my stats menu.

LEVEL: ???

HEALTH: 25/50 =
HUNGER: 35% v
STAMINA: 65/100 =
ᒲᔑリa: 0.5/100 =

My face scrunched up in confusion at the...mystery stat(I guess?), and at the fact that my hunger was very low from that fight.

I sighed, before realizing.

I could bargain for more of that ADMIN WORTHY food!!!(What is an admin again???)

I grinned as I spoke, hopefully this works.

"OK! I'll tell you..., iiiif you get me some more food. I'm low on health and need to regenerate."

He only stared at me with confusion in his eyes.

" Food won't help you.. regenerate?"

OH.

OHHHHH

The realization dawned on me as soon as he said that.

Is this a me thing? It must be. He can't even see my hotbar. I wonder what he is, he's much more different than me, but he is probably the same species of the mini-boss I fought earlier.

" OHH- HAH! I'm still very hungry tho.. you'll see, but seriously please get me some food... I am low on hunger after that fight. "

I could see curiosity and worry take over his expression, before he nodded slowly.

"I'll.... Be right back then...?"

He slowly turned to leave, looking at the red crystal in his hands with concern, the soft red glow brightened slightly in a pulsing pattern, his expression eventually shifting to something more calm, but less concerned,as if he was talking to it.(SWEET!! It's vouching for me! I think.)

I started humming to myself as I waited, a tune vaguely familiar but something I couldn't quite pinpoint, like a silhouette ij the distance on a foggy day or night, like a dream I woke up from that already started to fade.
The smell of chicken cooking wafted through the air and to where I sat from the door, which was cracked open just a tad.

I grinned, this dude is good at cooking! That just added healing benefits to the food. It reminds me of someone.(I dunno who though).

The pain in my body was dulling, yet still persisted, flaring back up like a fire being fed more and more firewood, shooting from my side and out into my entire body, leading to me almost falling on several occasions, but eventually I stood up, one hand pressing against the cold wall, the other clutching my side instinctively, where charred feathers, clothes, and skin could be seen, a hint of staticky blood staining my hand as I pressed on the area, causing white hot PAIN to shoot through me. Ow. Ow. Ow OW- BY THE ADMINS HOW HOT WAS THAT FIREBALL AND HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS PAIN BEFORE-

With a grunt and a hiss of pain, my knees buckled out from beneath me, starting to feel like jelly. I don't like jelly, weird texture. Why didn't I catch myself- ow- stupid mistake- now I need to stand up and get my legs to work again.