"Damnit!" I shout as I slam my fist into the wall for what seemed like the 100th time only, this time it isn't concrete my fist slams into...

  "What the Hell!" I shout as I feel my hand go through something, looking down at my hand, it's covered in a thick green fluid. I look down, only to see a small odd creature laying prone on the floor, a viscous green fluid leaking out of it's cracked skull.

  "What the Hell is this" I say to myself in suprise. "Status" I mutter cautiously and quietly.

  "Holy Shit, what's happening and what was that thing?!" I ask myself loudly.

  Ding!

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  "A goblin?! What is this a fantasy video game or something." I shout.

  I look around searching my surroundings for anything else unusual before I notice a dagger in that thing's hand.

  Thinking about what had happened in the past minute I reached down and took the rusty blade into my hand.

  Ding!

  "Ok think Daemon think" I say to myself while pacing. "I need to make a plan, I don't know how many of these things are out there or what other dangers their could be." I say growing more worried as I speak.

  "Ok" I say after assembling my list.

  1. First I need to Lock the door

  2. Second I need to organise and catalogue my possesions

  3. Third I need to search my surroundings for dangers or other survivors as well as food or water

  "Ok that sounds good now I just need to do it yeah that shouldn't be too hard right? Yeah of course not, ok. haa"

  Click.

  "Ok one down 2 to go, let's see what's in my bag" I say as I hear the satisfying click of the lock.

  "Hmm I wonder"I say as I stare at the items.

  Ding!

  "What?, inventory Wait you mean," I ask myself in amazement.

  Ding!

  "Yes!" I say happily.

  Ding!