>shave your hair with knife
Kneeling near the exhausted fire pit, you take the knife into your hand and glare at your reflection in the blade. Your wet and dirty hair hangs in your face. For a moment you are lost in thought, but the moment is fleeting, and without warning you bring the blade to your scalp. The demon hat ejects itself from your head and scuttles down your back. Swipe after swipe you remove swaths of hair from your head. Almost in a daze, you dont stop until it is complete. With your newly shaven head you feel feral. Vicious. Primal. You are death incarnate. You are a warrior god trapped in a frail human husk. It is now, you realize, that nothing matters. The only thing that you care about is what you can reach and destroy with your own two hands. However you blink a few times and this feeling, mostly, melts away. You still feel like a badass though.
>prepare myself mentally for the eventual accidental stab wound from not putting the knife in a sheathe
You pause for a moment before sliding the blade back into your belt. There is an awfully high chance you will insert it into your kidney on accident one of these days, but it is a risk worth taking.
>examine small fire pit to look for footsteps leading away from it
Looking closely at the ash that surrounds the fire pit, you notice small marks. Foot prints. Hand prints. Lightly dusted with a fresh layer of wet, dirty hair. Brushing aside what you can without disturbing the scene, you notice the foot prints belong to not one, but two beings. Each of them five toed, humanlike, but you can't be sure. They lead off into the mist.
>yell into the void
You let out a small yelp in the direction the foot prints trail off to. Only echoes return. Feeling all the more confident since your transformation into an ultimate warrior, you exhaust a mighty roar into the murky abyss that lie ahead. Again you are met with echoes, plus the sounds of retreating birds.
> wear dented pot as helmet
> un-equip knife
> take spoon
> equip spoon
Realizing that your bare scalp could easily be sun damaged, you put the heavy pot on your head, atop which climbs your squishy companion. You decide its best to leave the knife here for the sake of your kidneys and replace it with the wooden spoon. Many meals have been crafted with this tool and it feels like quite the weapon in its own right. One to battle hunger, if nothing else.
You have 50 gold coins.
You have a pair of shoes.
You have a demon hat.
You have a pair of damp pants.
You have a worn wooden spoon.
You have a dented cookware helmet.
You have a lighter.
You have gained an ability: Bloodrage
Bloodrage: When you catch the scent of blood you fly into an uncontrollable rage in which your judgement evacuates your newly insatiable form. You become an untamed warrior, who fears not death nor harm. This effect lasts until you or your enemy has separated soul from corpse.
What do you do?
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