Day 1 - A Worthless Wanderer

Day 1 With no past and no future but the one I intend to make for myself, I, X'anista, a scorchlander human woman bent on adventure, have arrived in the humble town (read: shitty rathole) of "Hub". With nothing to my name but a.. well, it might have once been a sword, but it's more like a metal stick.. and some pants (no shirt), and, somehow, 1000 cats (the local currency), I needed to figure out what to do with myself.
6:48 PM
Of Primary import is Not Starving To Death, and so I need funds, resources. This money won't last forever, and food, as I discovered when I visited the Bar (the only public building and one of the few that isn't just.. literally ruins), is dear. Though not so dear as better weapons.. I'll worry about that later, I suppose. I went through several houses and took a bunch of unattended empty jugs and such, and sold them back. No one got mad at me, so apparently this isn't stealing (not that I'll be afraid to steal to survive, as long as it doesn't get me killed) and it made me a few more coins. But merely scavenging in this rathole won't help my wealth and power grow.. and so, I headed out into the world!
6:49 PM
Which is to say, I headed downhill, because I found big chunks of copper just sticking out of the landscape, waiting to be mined. So I snatched up a pickaxe that was just lying around. Who left it there? Who cares! Fortune, here I come!

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