Jeremiah glanced at the public chat.

FormerSperm: Imagine a man liking women

Inceptions: I like men

gay porn: I like women but only when they have penises

Inceptions: thats what I’m saying

Mashu: dude same

Inceptions: lol wut is happening

gabriel gonzalez.200: im not gay, I just like men

Mashu: liking women is gay

Mashu: women like men

Inceptions: women are weird

Inceptions: thats why I dont like them

“Get it? Joe Mama, Your Mama?” The Goon chortled, laughing gleefully.

“I got it the first time.” Jeremiah chuckled at how The Goon was fumbling after the joke. “Are you friendly?”

“I am friendly. Why were you rolling sideways?” The Goon asked, very curious what Jeremiah was up to. The Goon was peering down at Jeremiah crawling under the red, darkish sky.

“I was doing barrel-rolls to see if it was faster, it’s the same speed as crawling if not slower.” Jeremiah haphazardly explained. “My legs are broken, do you think you can get me two splints from Bluecote, the main player hub?”

“At the apothecary? Sure what is that like 10 gold each?” The Goon worked out in his head. Each player started with 500 gold.

Jeremiah slaps his forehead “Ah! I forgot to loot the bodies.” The young lad was a little disappointed with himself.

“That sucks.” The Goon started playing around with his Founder Blessed Sword. “Where did you get all that loot? You don’t have any rocks?” The Goon questioned.

“You can pick those up? I thought they we’re decorations.” Jeremiah was surprised at The Goon’s knowledge. Looks like the young lad missed out on some weapons.

“I’ll be right back with the splints, your about a quarter way to the city, fun talking with you.”

The Goon broke into a sprint towards the city. There was no stamina lost for sprinting anyways.

“I’ll be on the northern road of the city to avoid pkers!” Player-killers are dangerous Jeremiah thought.

After a godlike olympic sprint, no stamina cost was the best, The Goon returned with the splints. Jeremiah not making too much progress crawling, and rolling out of boredom to the city.

“Oi!” The Goon started, chuckling to himself. “Have you heard of Joe?”

“You would of insulted my mom twice in one day, come on Goon.” Jeremiah tired from the joke.

“Right my bad.” The Goon still chuckling to himself.

“Lemme apply the splints. They’re medieval so they’re kinda weird.” The Goon moving his hands around Jeremiah's left leg first.

Jeremiah moved to a sitting position with his legs bent in front of him. “I don’t have pain receptors on, but I bet this would hurt a million.”

“I don’t blame you, I have pain receptors on a little, and they sting like a bee.” The Goon said as if shivering at the thought. The Goon tied some cloth tightly around some wooden shaped splints, and he was good to go. Now for the other leg.

“You must be hardcore.” Jeremiah stood on one leg. “Your right these are weird, these feel like ice cream wooden picks holding up my limb.”

“The description of the splinits say, that if you get attacked in the wounded area, the injury will reset, and you’ll have to wait another 30 minutes after applying one more splint.” The Goon finished applying the second splint at a very fast speed.

‘Deft hands this one has.’ Jeremiah thought. The splints were tight, and comfortable without pain receptors.

Jeremiah was touched at the kind gesture The Goon did for him. “Say, do you wanna team up?” A little shy in the face Jeremiah asked. “That is, if you don’t have another party.”

“Sure, I’m not partied, you better love to fight!” The flamboyant young man said, one hand wrapped around the other fist.

“I’m more of a lover than a fighter, but I’ll try.” Jeremiah shyly scratched his face, he jokingly said.

The Goon stepped to the side of him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, now that he was standing. “Don’t worry I’ll change that. I can see it now, the three musketeers, the three amigops.”

“But there are only two of us?” Jeremiah a little unsure in his facial expression.

“I’ll change that no worries. We just need to find more people. Say do you want to try heading to Era for some loot.” The Goon suggested the hunting ground, arm still around the young lad’s shoulders.

“Sure. Lets see to getting you a bow.” Jeremiah a little unsure about the adrenaline combat he was going to receive. Jeremiah opened the menu with a vertical hand swipe, clicked on party, and added The Goon to the band. His lifebar popped up under his health bar in the top left of his vision.

They begin spriniting from the northern road of Bluecote to eastern Era, the cavemen hunting ground.

“So you bought the Founder pack too?” Jeremiah was equipped with a bow.

The Goon played with the sword, twirling it in a professional manner. “Yep, picked the sword, instead of the mace or the spear. Not regretting it.”

Their party approached the middle of Era. The hunting ground was in chaos. You could hear sounds of fighting in the area.