trevorthetravler

[trevorthetravler]

A Short Terraria Story

It’s been years since I woke up here. My first sight was a strange young man. Ever since then its been hell.

Ive fought so many god forsaken monsters here. So many mind rending horrors. It all started with an eye. A giant eye that shoots smaller eyes and then wrends itself open to reveal a massive jaw filled with razor sharp teeth. Then it was this giant worm, though I still wake up with nightmares of a massive brain, then a massive bee, then the skeleton.

The skeleton was awful. I watched it emerge from a seemingly normal man like some giant crawling out of a human handbag. After that was something I never imagined was something somehow worse, The sight of it alone nearly driving me to insanity.

I was exploring hell, or at least what felt like hell, when I saw this demon thing carrying a doll that looked just like that strange man I met when I first woke up here. I shot it and watched the doll fall into the lava. The thing that I saw emerge from the wall itself was horror incarnate. I tried to run but I tripped and fell into the lava, then I woke up in my bed.

You see, this damned island is filled with horrors beyond my comprehension but none can be compared to the curse that I discovered that day. I was immortal. This was a relief at first and I now was able to test and plan my attacks against these horrible beasts with no consequences. That relief would eventually turn into dread as my depression slowly took hold.

You see, I wasn't from this land. I was a father to a beautiful family, I worked a comfortable job and had a warm house. But when I awoke on this island my memories were… manipulated. They were still there but all the faces were blurred, anything specific was lost. I couldn't even remember what genders my children were let alone their names or ages. I wouldn't blame you for thinking that this immortality was a good thing. Now I had all the time in the world to find a way back, and I thought that at first as well.

The problem is a lot has happened since then. Mechanical monstrosities, horrors disguised as plants, an ancient stone golem, a fucking pig-fish. Even If I could go back, I'd be a different man. My children wouldn't recognize me, I could never just return to that job. I wasn't a normal man, I was a shell of myself in the form of a powerful immortal warrior. I’ve put a gun to my head countless times just to wake up in my bed. I've used exotic weapons just to wake up in my bed, I’ve fed myself to incomprehensible horrors only to wake up in that bed.

Now I write this note, I’ve found a being powerful enough to give me the release I need. But when it slays me I just come back. My desperation has led me to assume that the only way to escape is to slay it, rip out it’s heart and use its power to give myself what I truly want, what I need. I’m confident I will finally slay it. I will slay this god and earn my release. If this doesn't work, I don’t know what will.

May this note be read by whatever poor soul awakens next on this island, and not me awaking once more from my bed. I would sign off on my name but I don’t even remember that anymore so I will sign off on my title, given to me by my enemies and the traders I consider friends.

-Signed, The Terrarian

Note from the author: I am fully aware some of the things mentioned in this short story are not completely accurate to the lore of the game, I am also aware I’ve left out many things you might have expected. I did this intentionally for the sake of the story. Please forgive me.

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I am but a humble vessel for the voices of the stars. They wish to share a message of love. They also want you to fuck off

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Why must all our heroes fall. Why can’t they be like the fictional heroes of fantasy, perfect and eternal. Our heroes are doomed, and we are powerless to save them.

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Why is my room suddenly full of empty pizza boxes and various fast food bags?

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Its not my fault the toaster broke when I threw it from the roof. It was for science. And punishment for burning my bagel.

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You ask me the date and I simply look to the Learned One who mutters the insane ramblings of a man that knows too much

I respond “I think its a Wednesday but don’t quote me on that”

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Bitches be like “you can’t just feed 8 PS5 controllers to the old ones”

My brother in christ, they like the crunchy