A brand new world (2)

A splattered head.

Something that no one expected to happen once they had left the safety of the city. But the first person, who left the town was greeted by an unknown flying object. Before they had even realized what occasion was currently in the midst of unfolding in front of their very own eyes many more objects came at them.

Despite this strange occurrence, most people adapted to the circumstances quite quickly and decided to cast different spells of mana in front of them to protect themselves. The only problem was, that this attack was only the prelude, as the next wave of attacks came straight from the sky.

After many fell prey towards this tactic many people decided to fall back for the time being and observe from the distance. They watched as others went straight to their doom and tried to take notice of every little detail they could make out.

The first major discovery they made, was that the unknown flying objects were pebbles being hurled at them and the attack out of there was conducted by birds carrying big rocks and letting them drop over their heads. They were left baffled as they had never seen such a strategy by monsters. Even the mutated Nagants did not act in that crazed manner.

But the assault of the monsters did not even stop there, as some monsters even attacked directly from the soil and attacked those who were focussing on defending themselves. There was no sign where those bugs would strike next, so every mage had to be extra careful not to get caught off guard.

Not one monster had died so far, even though many players had succumbed to the fierce battle style from the monsters. This weird scenario only affected one specific spawn point. Not one other city was affected by this horde of monsters. But the players did not have the luxury to think about this right now.

Even after spectating the failure of many pitiful souls not one solution had been found. They were not able to handle this unusual situation. They could not cast their magic inside the city and if they tried to move out of it, they were kept in place by the monsters cooperation. There was no way to breach though.

A general confusion could be found on each and every player as they could not fathom, what the developer wanted to achieve by creating such a dilemma for them. This would even pose a challenge to the youth of the Church, so how should they be able to deal with it?

With no Church insight, the players would have to rely on themselves to fend off the monsters and nobody showed any kind of intention to try and defy the odds. The reasoning was quite simple, as no one had any knowledge about what would await them once they passed through. With their current limited amount of players, they would never have enough manpower to accomplish this feature.

This hesitance leads to a strange truce as those monsters could not attack those players inside of the safe zones and those players did not show any indication of leaving the safety of the town all too soon.

Nobody involved knew how exactly they could handle this strange sight. The fierce fight had turned into a staring contest where neither side wanted to budge.

Though the monsters were furious about how the situation had developed. They started to try and provoke the enemy to lure them out. But the stalemate continued as those players straight up ignored the taunts from the monsters.

Upon seeing the disregard in the eyes of the players, the monsters started to roar at them even more loudly and a sinister expression became visible on their faces.

The monsters started to do something unspeakable, that not a single person would have expected to ever happen in either this or the real world. They started to copulate right in front of the crowd. Those poor souls were by no means expert on this certain topic, but they were fully aware of what those monsters were currently doing.

They could not muster the strength to close their eyes, as they watched in sheer horror and disgust. Even if some people had managed to close their eyes, they still could not escape the inhuman noises, that resulted out of the fierce mating session. The heavy grunts and mating calls left little to the imagination of what was currently taking place.

The psychological warfare has been won by the monsters and the players were left mentally scarred. This escalation would mark a turning point in the history of Primal Survival as players and spectators alike witnessed this obscene spectacle. There were next to no words, that could sufficiently describe these inner feelings.

If the monsters had stopped at that, then many players could have recovered from this horrific event but those monsters did not stop. To understand the extent of horror from the next action the monsters took, some knowledge regarding the safety of the towns is required.

The towns are surrounded by something that prevents living monsters from passing through it and it actively stops any kind of danger that poses a threat to the players. Any other thing can actively pass through this zone without a problem.

The players were forced to learn this loophole the hard way, as the monsters started their next wave of attacks. Though the projectiles had been replaced by another substance, that would not have any direct damage upon impact. It was something natural, that each and every organism produces, the potential health risks aside. Every onlooker had a dumbfounded expression, as their doom came closer and closer towards them.

Facing such a disaster, those players were left with no choice, then giving it their all as they prepared to launch their magic into the air to stop those projectiles in their tracks. With their newfound strength, they prepared their most suitable magic and threw them in the air.

But there was just one slight misconception, that they had forgotten about, due to their past behaviour in towns magic had been disabled due to them killing every villager on sight. Before they had realized it, the substance had already made contact.

An eerie silence took place after the players were hit. The monsters noticed that something was horribly wrong as those players did not even react to their humiliation, they just stared at the monsters with cruel intent. Not one word had to be spoken, not one gesture was necessary to understand.

Those monsters had crossed a line, that should have never been crossed, they had done something that is unforgivable regardless of circumstance. Nothing could absolve them from such a heinous crime.

Their fate had been sealed and the players put aside each and every worry as they ran out of the town. They disregarded their defences and just launched their magic at the monsters. The first victim was the birds, that had dropped stones onto their head. They had been torn apart by the cumulated spells being thrown at them.

The fury inside of them had not lessened after killing those pesky birds, to the contrary, their desire for bloodshed had even increased. The blood that had been spilt was not nearly enough to wash away the shame and humiliation that they had to endure.

Their next prey were the bugs, that were currently hiding underground in order to avoid the onslaught of the crazed masses. In order to get rid of the pest, they decided against any fancy tactics as they just used water magic to drown those monsters. Many infuriated screams could be heard as they could not see their demise.

But their vengeance was not done until every single monster responsible has been dealt with and their primary target still had not been eradicated.

After the spree of relentless slaughter, they came closer and closer to the main perpetrator. They would stop at nothing to quench their anger and after finally encountering their desired target they started their next wave of attacks without a moments break.

They did not stop to check, whether those monsters truly had been responsible for the cruel attack against them nor did they even take a close look at those monsters before they had been covered in a wave of magic. At that point in time, they were guilty and the object to vent their frustrations on.

After an uneventful "fight" the monsters had been vanquished by the players. But the players were still not appeased, as their honour had been trampled upon and was now a shell of its former glory and no amount of killed monsters could wash away that shame. They would be associated with this unpleasant event forever more.

The solemn mood had returned and with it came the eerie silence. The players did not know how they should proceed and just stood there staring aimlessly into the surroundings. The corpses lying beside them were of no concern anymore. Who would care whether they had looked like monkeys or like something entirely else?

This silence was broken by a single question, that would cause a lot of anxiety and panic. The question was, whether someone had been streaming this event. Some hands moved up with great reluctance and left an even deeper cut in the souls of every involved player.

Deep down they knew no one was at fault more than themselves, as they had been too weak and had to take cover from these vile monsters. That helplessness was the reason for their downfall and ill-fated situation. Using their families name as leverage to take down every video, that will be uploaded was nothing but a fools dream.

This event would later on only known as "That Incident". But what those players did not know, was similar incidents were occurring all over the world of "Primal Survival".

Spectators made a very strange discovery In the northern perimeter close to the jungle biome. They had noticed that men and women alike had been robbed of their clothes and tied to the trees with small threads. The main problem was that the makers of "Primal Survival" have developed a system that is able to copy the body of its user down to the tiniest detail.

This endeavour leads to some very misfortunate youths, that have been lacking in several aspects. Whether it was not well-endowed men or childlike women. Many hidden truths had been laid bare, as each and every one of them could not cover themselves up regardless of what they did. They themselves could not even understand how they ended up in this position. They were not attacked by monsters or NPCs alike. Their mind had suddenly gone blank and when they woke up they could not move any muscle and were tied to a tree in the nude.

With the passing of time more and more spectators came and witnessed this strange event. Although, the naked people were never meant to be the main attraction. No, they were just supposed to be a bait.

Out of the blue came an attack that wiped them out almost instantly. They did not stand a chance. No one had noticed anything suspicious leading up to their death nor was there any witness present in the aftermath. But those were not the only ones to suffer under the wave of strange attacks.

Some other people were unfortunate enough to end up being stuck upside down in the sand of the desert. While their fate was not as humiliating, their fate was by no means any less infuriating as they received attack after attack aiming at their nether regions. Even the battle-hardened veterans of Balls of Steel were squealing in pain, as their manhood was squashed over and over again.

Yet, there was not a single noise, that could be heard besides the cries of pains and stifled groans that escaped out of their mouths. It was as if their tormentor had just been a construct of their mind

They were alone with all their pain and anger

As more and more plays encountered such a fate the higher-ups from Casum-Entertainment realized something was very wrong. After a few minutes of the investigation had passed, they truly understood the horror of what had just happened in their wonderful world.

The first thing they did was to forbid the spreading of every footage available. For the ones that have been uploaded already, those were deleted upon contacting the moderators of "Holy-Tube" after spending some resources to make them understand their dilemma. Afterwards, they gathered every person that was affected by this misfortune. Their damage control had nearly been too late as the numbers had passed 100 people already and not even 15 minutes had passed since the server had been available again.

They did their best to quarantine the news before harmful rumours start to spread. They did not want to let matters escalate to a level, that would force the Church to shut down their funding, due to the pressure from the big families standing behind those poor players.

While Casum-Entertainment was worried about losing their sponsorship, the player base was currently occupied thinking about what just has happened to them and they came to one conclusion. Regardless of what might arise out of this situation, they will have to get stronger and stronger otherwise, they will never be better than those filthy monsters, that did such cruel deeds.

They took a vow to hunt those monsters until their last breath, in an attempt to make sure, that such a thing will never happen again, to another soul.

That was their way to prove their worth to their gods, by enduring such hardship and growing along with it. This group would later be called the " Monster Hunter".

After the questioning had been ended, they returned to the place of their defeat and started to hunt monsters with a great passion and a deep running hatred.

The players who had logged in later did not notice that such a life-changing event had taken place. For them, it looked like the arrival of the youth of the Church had forced them to train even harder. Who could blame them, after seeing what the first newcomer from the Church had accomplished? He singles handily killed a fierce horde of monsters not even batting an eyelid.

Afterwards, he even insisted on just being average in comparison to the true talent from the Chruch, how should anyone be able to compare to such geniuses. Many had understood, that their horizon had been to shallow to understand the ability and strength the Church has to offer. The gap between them was as wide as the deep sea surrounding their lands.

The newcomer from the Church, on the other hand, had not been very surprised by the things he had seen. For him, it was just his duty to show his strength and train, but as of now, he was clearly bored by the weak monsters he had to fight. There is no honour in killing small fries if he wants to get strong he has to fight with his life on the line, otherwise, it is just meaningless.

Without his mission, he would have never taken a step into this game willingly and as of now, he was stuck in this boring place. He did not dare to think too deeply about his future, as the admiration, he had received for taking care of some weak wolves was proof enough, that this world truly was not meant for people like him.

He decided to make good use of his time in this world and to explore what "Primal Survival has to offer". The others could take over the role of teachers and guides because he was truly not cut out for that. And he truly did not want to be near those geniuses if they arrived at this place. Just at that moment, he had a premonition, that he should feel sorry for the players.

As he took his first step outside of the town he had stayed in into the wilderness, he took one last glance back and shook his head. Even though he pitied those players there was not much he could do, either way, he truly did not want to be in the crossfire.

Some things in life are way scarier than a monster.

He embarked on his own personal journey wondering what this world has to offer.