The cleaver passed through Kaelen’s shoulder with zero force. The skeleton froze, confused, because the damage had been auto-looted into the bag. Kaelen felt a gentle ding and a notification.
“What… what have you done?” the Lich whispered, his voice now small and reedy.
The Lich, through sobs, nodded. “Welcome to the club.”
Kaelen suddenly felt very, very tired. The world seemed gray. Why was he even here? To get a bag that looted things automatically? But what was the point of looting if there was no danger? And what was the point of danger if it just got looted anyway?
The Lich sat down on the floor of his own crypt and began to cry silent, ectoplasmic tears.
He grabbed the actual Loot Sack from the now-unlocked chest in the corner—the legendary bag he’d come for—and tossed it over his shoulder. The Auto Loot RF bag, still glowing and hungry, purred against his hip.
He looked at the Lich—now just a very tall, very confused skeleton in a tattered robe. No spells. No staff. No dramatic one-liners.
Kaelen felt a twinge of guilt. Then the bag chimed again.
The cleaver passed through Kaelen’s shoulder with zero force. The skeleton froze, confused, because the damage had been auto-looted into the bag. Kaelen felt a gentle ding and a notification.
“What… what have you done?” the Lich whispered, his voice now small and reedy.
The Lich, through sobs, nodded. “Welcome to the club.”
Kaelen suddenly felt very, very tired. The world seemed gray. Why was he even here? To get a bag that looted things automatically? But what was the point of looting if there was no danger? And what was the point of danger if it just got looted anyway?
The Lich sat down on the floor of his own crypt and began to cry silent, ectoplasmic tears.
He grabbed the actual Loot Sack from the now-unlocked chest in the corner—the legendary bag he’d come for—and tossed it over his shoulder. The Auto Loot RF bag, still glowing and hungry, purred against his hip.
He looked at the Lich—now just a very tall, very confused skeleton in a tattered robe. No spells. No staff. No dramatic one-liners.
Kaelen felt a twinge of guilt. Then the bag chimed again.