A tune, found much deeper than the caves your mind has to offer. Instinctively, you begin humming it, the wind following its chorus.

You recognize it so well, yet your mind can’t place where exactly. It's slow, perfect for even your chalky voice to follow.

The memory slowly uncovers itself with each whisper from the air around you. You continue to hum.

You recall that in your early sweeps you could never quite get this tune right. Though, back then, you were trying to wield an octave too low for you. It would be outside your range even today.

You remember figuring out what a vocal range even was. Not out of genuine curiosity though. It was more out of spite. You wanted to learn how to hum the same tune that your lusus… hummed.

Your lusus…

That must be where you got it from. You recall this tune was there for you in a way. But you struggle to word it in your brain in such a way to make any sort of sense.

But as quickly as you remembered the song, you had also recalled why you possibly chose to forget.

Nonetheless, music has done a better job tethering you to emotions such as comfort than your memories it seems. Comfort isn’t in the luxury of being in your vocabulary though. So you will have to keep searching.

But nothing is new in that regard. You are just disconnected and lost.

The humming ceases. And for just a moment, so does your brain.

Your mind, content on the momentary emptiness, begins to move again.

Momentary bliss, followed by harsh winds. You begin to sit up, and notice the fractals have gathered to blanket your shoes in a thin layer.

The forecast decides that your next move should be away from the unusual white for tonight. Or whatever time it is wherever you are.

Your secret admirer appears to have already left too. You guess that your ancestor got bored of watching you catching any wink of relaxation.

She was already intent on having you step into some portal to hell for the start of a journey you never agreed to be a part of.

Then again, you deserve it. You are the one who got yourself and everyone else into this. You shouldn’t necessarily be allowed to complain about the circumstances either. Because it was either this or death.

And the dead cannot speak for themselves when they say you didn’t get the short end of the stick here.

After the analysis, you feel much better about your situation, but there is still something that disgusts you about the realization.

Did you just exterminate all trolls from existence? You quickly disregard this idea, knowing other colonies outside of Revoche or Namalis do exist.

There is a universe to return to once this is over, you assure yourself.

Though that brings to question what will happen after this game ends. Will you all wake up in prison after it was all in your head? Hah, a simulation!

You always laughed at dumb shit like that. But anything is possible. Undeniably though, if you make it back to your world, you will be on the run for the rest of your life so long as the empire rules the galaxy.

Not a chance you can change your identity a second time with such luck. Not that you want to either.

You don’t ever want to go through getting adjusted to a different lifestyle ever again. Well, not in that way at least.

After all, you are going to need to channel those outdoor woods camping videos if you want any shot of surviving down there in that white storm.

You have fantasized going camping again ever since you decided to remain deep in the city limits.

You did always stare at the forest with longing for the outdoor boy to come and drag you back into the embrace of leaves and unstirred soil.

You walk up some stairs and think about the idea of treating this game like a survival game rather than whatever “rpg” they had set up.

Though it is looking much more like a colonization simulation right about now. Or like some sort of daywalker apocalypse group thing but without the daywalkers. And resource management of course.

Tinora can play that game though. You will hopefully play no significant part in harassing the other trolls with things like “responsibilities”.

You don’t like giving trolls shit for things that aren’t particularly their fault. And you have a survival game to keep inventing in your head!

In your personal opinion, you like the survival games that start hard. When they give you the essentials and leave out all the juicy stuff for you to find out naturally. The type of game where progression doesn’t come from xp or a skill tree, but instead through the knowledge that you gain from experimenting with your environment.

In other words, you need to know how the water flows if you want to bend the current.

Your biggest threat stands to be those imps, and they do not appear to be very negotiable. From a gameplay standpoint, they are obstacles that need to be fought or avoided.

And from your current experience, they are most certainly to be avoided for now. Taking one head on is too much of a danger to you to be worth it.

Yeah! See this is what you can get behind. Strategy. Throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. Speaking of throwing things, perhaps you can craft something to aid you in DISTRACTING the imps.

Stealth gameplay does sound pretty badass if things go as planned. And you simply love crafting things. Oh the joy of making a makeshift spear from a stick and a carved rock.

The primitive calling to make weapons. To hunt! Both of these things are unfortunately covered by alchemy in this game. Not to say that it can’t be fun, but there is nothing quite like doing it yourself and figuring out what works.

It was a sick ass spear… But you couldn’t use it because you didn’t own a spear specibus at the time. Nor have you obtained one.

If you were to use a melee weapon you always pictured some sort of polearm. A sharp one… Spears and halberds are just so effective at keeping yourself out of danger while maximizing the devastation factor.

But of course, guns  are right there. You have made due without one back then. But with the danger that exists out here, you NEED one eventually. Unless you wish to be shot to death by an imp or a dumbass…

What you really need right now is a break.

A break from what though? You just tried taking one and it failed miserably.

For every moment you let yourself sit still something always seems to catch up to you. Maybe you are subconsciously saying that you want a break from thinking entirely?

You just don’t know.

=> Kaoris: Take a Break.