An Assassin (Player)

As you watch, a black-clad figure approached the dead body. Something tells you that it is an assassin, skilled in combat and able to kill people. And something also tells you that this one's been going around killing players in the area... And for what purposes?

"Phew... Tanks are tough to kill." You hear the words, and you realize that she's speaking. Speaking. A term that you were not familiar, to convey information. A small part of you makes you raise your stalks and say thank you, but the thanks cannot be verbally conveyed. You realize... You are a slug. Slug can't voice words.

The realization of your painfully small existence is terrifying as you stare at the assassin starting to take the clothes off of the corpse. The gold. The loot. These two-legged creatures... Humans? Elves? All those things that walk on two take their lives doing something greater, larger, giving meaning to trinkets and baubles and you are here, munching on leaves and waiting for the next, exact moment where you'll see a red ring. Only this time, you will likely die and not be as lucky.

So out of frustration, you leap. You leap onto the assassin's leather cloak and latch on. There is 1 damage, out of thousands of life points that the high-leveled assassin has in store. It's barely anything, like a fly landing on her, and she barely notices.

But the levels were not given to this Slug for a reason. Rather, there were skills, unlocked specifically for the slug, as if mocking its painfully lucky growth that was merely improbable and almost impossible.