Disclaimer: I do not own Terraria or any companies associated with it. I am merely making a poorly written story based on it purely for my own amusement.
Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive Themes.
Summary: Waking up on a beach with no memory of who he is, Anthony sets out on an adventure, one he will be hard pressed to survive.
Chapter 1: The Beach
He heard the ocean, and he could feel his body shivering in the cold. His body was aching, as if he'd been running uphill for hours on end, and his brain didn't seem to be doing much better either. He cracked an eye open, he could could make out the sun on the horizon, whether it was dawn or dusk, he couldn't tell at the moment.
'I feel like ass', was the most coherent thought his mind could process at the moment. Slowly, he slipped back into sleep.
When he awoke, the sun was already high in the sky, he was also feeling much better. So good in fact, he might just try standing. 'Yup', he thought happily, ' I think I might just do that.'
His happiness was short lived however, for when he pushed himself up onto his legs, he quickly fell backwards.
The first thing he noticed was the pain in his head, he apparently hit his head during his tumble. The second thing he noticed was the awkward angle he was currently in, as if there was something under his back. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be a backpack. He sat up and swung it off his shoulder, he noticed it was a dull black color, and had a few holes in it. But what caught his attention was the tools currently strapped to it. There was a pickaxe and a regular axe firmly strapped to the backpack. They were facing handle up and crossed at the middle. Behind the cross, and probably the most interesting, was a sword, also handle up, going strait up the middle, its handle being right where his head would be. 'That's probably why my noggin hurts', he thought.
The tools had a wooden shaft, which both felt very smooth, as if it had seen years of service. The business end of the axe was a very dull orange metal, and was chipped in several places. The pickaxe wasn't fairing much better. The sword on the other hand had a few dents, but overall it was in far better condition than the tools. It was made up entirely of the same dull orange metal, and the handle was long enough to fit both hands end on end. It was wrapped tightly in what looked like a long strip of worn black leather. The blade itself was about 2 feet long, and looked mildly sharp.
He decided to see what was in the backpack, but all he found was a single worn scrap of paper, with what appeared to be odd marks made with ink. Unlike the tools and backpack, the ink seemed very recent. Looking more closely, the marks were actually words. It read, 'elo there, you can cal me the driffter, you shod find shelltr beefor nite, if you ar stil wandrng when darcnes fals, then you can kis yore ass godbye'. There seemed to something odd about the letter, though he couldn't figure out what.
"Well," he said, "I've got nothing else to do here, might as well take his advice."
Wait, where is 'here' anyway? He stood, without falling over, he noted proudly, and took in his surroundings. He was on a beach, which seemed to stretch on forever, and in front of him was nothing but ocean as far as the eye can see. He turned around and saw a forest about a couple hundred feet away. It was dense, but there was still enough light streaming through the canopy for him to navigate if he was so inclined.
'Where am I?' he thought. He searched his memory for clues to his location, but came up extremely short. He had no idea where he was. He didn't know how he got there. He couldn't remember anything beyond waking up on a beach. 'Wait,' he thought 'Anthony, my name is Anthony.'
"At least I know my name." said Anthony.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He said miserably.
Just then his stomach decided to make itself known, growling loudly.
"Well, finding food is as good a place as any to start." He said, and with that he slung the backpack on and crossed the beach.
"I should find somewhere to stay too," he said, "Kissing my ass goodbye doesn't sound very fun."
Authors Note: This is my first ever fan fiction. This is also the first time I've willingly wrote something. So chances are that I've missed a bunch of stuff despite checking this twice over. I'd appreciate reviews and constructive criticism. But please also include what you liked and disliked.
Please note that the 'M' rating is for the slight possibility of lemons. There is a small chance that I MIGHT do a lemon with a possible OC. Though that all depends on user feedback. Also there's gonna be lot's of cussing.
EDIT 7/22/11: I've decided not to make lemons, but will make one-shot lemons. But again, that depends on the feedback. The reason for this is that I want to change the rating to 'T', in the hopes that this will get more hits. Also, I tried writing my own lemon, and it looked like something a 12 year old wrote fresh out of his first sex ed class. I've also added warnings to the top of the Chapters.
I got the inspiration for this from Elagune, who is a member of the Terraria online forums. He made a comic based on Terraria. And its completely awesome. Link to his comics are in my profile, so please check it out and bask in his awesome.
The next couple of chapters will have some similarities to his comic, but with my own twists. I don't have a set schedule for when I update this. But if I see reviews that clearly enjoy this story, even if its just one person, it will have a huge impact on how fast I update.