Blink. Blink.
I scream until my voice gives out. What I'm feeling can't be explained, it's unbearable, nothing like anything I've ever felt before. What the hell happened? Where am I.
No time to think.
Focus.
I need to do something.
I try to distract myself by looking down and that doesn't help at all because there's fucking TENGLOWYARROWS sticking out of my body. The fuck?
At least I know why I'm in pain.
I laugh, then I cough out blood.
I look around the area I'm in and "What in the Comic Con bullshittery is this shit?" I say as blood dribbles out of my mouth, "Is that fucking angel wings? The fuck happened here—"
Ow.
It hurts to speak.
Wait.
Why the fuck is my voice off...?
My eyes start to close. My head feels so heavy...
I'm so tired. I'm scared. I don't want to die.
I….
Don't
Want
To
DIE
In a burst of either idiocy or stubbornness I grab one of the arrows and it burns, GOD IT BURNS, and I yank it out anyway, the drowsiness vanishing as pain floods through me.
I grunt, clamping my teeth down hard as I start yanking out each fucking arrow, dragging myself along the earth with every pull, every time I feel myself about to pass out I rip another one out just to stay awake.
I barely even register where I am anymore, just that I'm moving, clawing my way up what I think is a hill until I notice a body near me. Dead. Not moving. Good enough.
I drag myself over and start rummaging through its pockets, ignoring the weird renaissance fair clothes and all, until I find something small and metal. I flick it and a jet of pure flame bursts out.
"…oh fuck…"
I just stare at it for a second, then at myself, already knowing this is going to be the dumbest thing I've ever done, but from the tiny bits of knowledge I've got from movies and games, I need to cauterize the wounds.
So I shuffle back and prop myself up against the poor bastard. "Sorry, friend… but I doubt you care to be honest… ah fuck me this is going to hurt."
I press the flame to the first wound and flick it on.
I scream.
"Fuck—fuck fuck fuck—!"
My whole body jerks but I don't stop, I can't stop, and I do it again, and again, and again, nine more times…until by the end of it I'm shaking so badly I can barely move, tears streaming down my face.
By the time I'm done, I'm not even sure if I'm still crying.
[Feat achieved! Congratulations, user for not dying. +1 Ticket]
"W…what?"
Before I can even begin to comprehend that, another pop-up appears.
[Roll Y/N]
I don't even think.
"YES, just roll, do whatever, I want to live, I'll do anything!"
[Summon Nature Spirit]
I ignore the rest.
Everything I've done to my body catches up to me all at once.
My vision starts to blur. My arm feels heavy as I reach out anyway, forcing it to move.
"…help me…" My voice is barely there. "…please…"
And as my vision finally blacks out I feel something touch my cheek.