《The non-adventures of a Dungeon Core》Chapter 1: Newborn
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Welcome newborn core
"What? What's happening?"
You can now access the following options:
Status
Menu
"I have no idea what's going on here. Can someone please explain to me what's happening?"
I waited for a few minutes but nothing happened. All I could see was the blue box. Eventually I got bored.
"Fine, Access Status."
Name Unknown Age 5 minutes Race
Dungeon Core
Health 1 Health Mana 30 Mana Size N/A Fame N/A
I didn't know why but I could understand all that was written in the blue box. A small relief at least. Apperently my race is something called Dungeon Core. Whatever that is. I'm also a newborn. Just 5 minutes old. Wait... how do I know how long a minute is and how can I count?
Dungeon Cores are born with the basic understanding required to perform the task given to them. It was made clear long ago that without such knowledge no dungeon core could ever fulfill the role intended to them.
A while after finishing reading the new blue box is disappears. Well that didn't help much. So I'm supposed to know what my purpose is when I'm born? Then why am I so confused? I have no idea what's going on. Maybe...
I try to relax and remember something, anything really. After a while I give up. Seems like whatever knowledge I was born with isn't something I know or at least not something I can remember knowing. It might show up later. I comfort myself with the fact I'm a newborn. I'll have time to learn I'm sure.
I check my blue box containing my status again. Aside from the fact my age has gone up 9 minutes everything else has stayed the same. I wonder if this blue box will disappear too? Just as I thought it the bue box disappeared and I was in darkness. Don't panic. You can do this. I try thinking "Status" again and the blue box appeared again.
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It's comforting to have something to look at. I wonder.... maybe I should try the other thing I could do?
"Access Menu"
Menu Construction
Well that's not much. It doesn't tell me anything. I try to focus on the word that isn't menu. Maybe something will happen. If not I'm out of ideas.
Welcome young core. Here is where you build your dungeon. All dungeon cores must start by building their Core room. This is where you'll spend the rest of your life. Note that as you grow your core room will move and grow with you but you will never be able to move out of your Core room. Please start by selecting where in the world you wish to placed. If you have no preference just select "Random placement"
Where in the world I want to be placed? How am I supposed to know something like that? I wish there was someone that could help me with this.
Help can only be accessed after placing your Core room. Do you wish help after placing your core?
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Anthing to make this less confusing. Well I guess I'm not getting any help with this. Since I have no idea about the world I'll just go ahead and select "Random".
"I select "Random placement"
Placement selected as random.
Accessing worldmap...
There are currently 673946 places suitable for Dungeon Core placement. Since no preference was given the system will now randomly locate a suitable home...
Placement selected. Illana continent, Lyria kingdom, White Peak mountain.
Please prepare for location transport.
Good luck young coreling.
"Prepare for location transport. What does that mean?"
I never did get an answer as the next thing I knew darkness returned and my body was filled with pain.
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