Earth...4627 A.D...It's becoming a wasteland...No trees, and if, very limited...the U.S. have become crazy with power and netocracy...They patrol earth, with they're good supply of oxygen...I need that precious oxygen!!!Population on earth?? 29,154 people. More than half are crazy politicians and U.S. rulers. For us? Us innocent Americans are being pushed back. We in this smelly dank cave, only a few hundred people. We have not enough food and water, atleast this precious tree is saving us...If it wasn't for Damien Goodman in 4261 A.D., we would be having plenty of oxygen, plenty of food, water, and none of this...My lucky coin, my only true friend...And my companion Gordon, my only happiness...
Name: --------- Food:100/100 Water:100/100 Hunger:100/100 Health:100/100 --------- TreeName of your tree) Growth:1/150 Oxygen:2 Powers:None ---------- Inventory: Weapon:
You kick a pebble, and all the trolls arent distracted. They cant hear the such slight noise. You throw a large rock at the one slacking off, and te other trolls dont seem to notice. The troll walks this way to find out whats going on.
The troll cant see anything, and you jump and slit his throat, and take his juices in a bottle. Now for the steel. On the other end of the mine, is a cart full of raw steel. Guards stand next to them, only two though.
You give plenty of water to your tree, and already it starts to return its colour. The blacksmith says, "Ahh your back! Have you got the materials for your magic armor yet?"
You hand the materials to him, and he says, "I was able to collect enough raw crystals to smith a suit. He takes the materials and goes over to his anvil. He puts the steel with the crystals and troll essence, and after a few hours, he hands you a magical stone. He says, "Hold this stone, and you should have a magical armor around you."
"It will instantaneously absorb into your hand and surround your body, and when you wish to remove it, just clench your hand and the stone will go back into your hand."
