The land Zork was in was filthy.
A seemingly endless wasteland of
rubbish. Was he really something that belonged here?
The hose creature had mentioned expecting a su-toa…
If only He could remember what that meant…
RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE
he looked around, readying himself for another fight.
A skinny man wearing a blue komau slithered out
of a mountain of bin bags.
“Relax. My name is Menduce. I’m a…Friend…”
Zork looked at this strange man. suspiciously.
“You have rather a lot of…knives.”
“Yeah, well i’ve had them for so long…
you could say they’re…a part of me.”
Menduce replied.
"er…Mr. Menduce, could you please tell me where i am?
Zork asked. “The trash zone. stuff that should be trashed goes here.
a lot of stuff here used to be at the top…the people helpin’ them get to the top…but even when victory seems certain…everythin’ can change…”
Menduce stared into space with an expression of sadness.
“Stick with me, kid. i’ll learn ya to keep yourself safe in this world.”
Zork considered this for a moment. Menduce did seem friendly.
He could use a friend. He could also use fighting training.
“I’ll stick with you.” he said.
“heh…poor kid…” menduce muttered under his breath.
to be continued…