The days have fallen into a quiet rhythm. I'm just moving, exploring, and watching The God's icon move on my map. Today in the grasslands, I found the remains of an old town. The streets were littered with signs of a recent, panicked evacuation. I found a raincoat and some supplies they'd left behind in their hurry. It seems I'm not the only one out here running from something.
I followed the quest marker to a different patch of grasslands and met the android with the gold circle on his head. He was a strange one, a zealot for Alora, and he handed me a small brochure and a Clear Disk. He spoke of finding the "sweet sounds of bliss" with an android named DJ. It felt cryptic and a bit like a cult, but he didn't try to rob me, so it's a step up. I took the disk and left him to his prayers.
I found a grotesque monument in the desert today: a building made entirely of robot body parts. Inside, on an altar, sat a small metal skull filled with 20 bits. I've learned my lesson about leaving offerings, so I took the money. As I turned to leave, a hooded android dropped from the ceiling. It didn't even get a chance to move. I used my new Weapon Toss skill, hurling the Godfinger with all my strength. The force of the attack, 16 damage in one blow, tore it apart instantly. I am becoming terrifyingly strong.
The ruins in this new world are getting sadder. I found a rusted-out carnival frozen in time. The strangest sight was a throne made of ancient televisions, and sitting on it was an android with a TV for a head. As I got close, all the screens lit up, filled with huge, staring eyeballs. The android was welded to its chair, and as I watched, the eyes on the screens began to cry. I just walked away. There was nothing I could do for it.
The forest led me to another obelisk, this one called "Hope and Death". I touched it, and the familiar, blissful peace washed over me, restoring my body and mind completely. The dream that night, however, was filled with a hundred androids in the trees, all staring down at me as I slept.
My strength, my weapons, my god-like power... none of it matters when my own body betrays me. On Day 27, I twisted my cursed ankle and lost the whole day to rest. After a quiet Day 28 exploring a fast-food joint, the curse struck again. Day 29: another sprain, another day lost. And then, unbelievably, on Day 30, it happened again. Three days, wiped out by the same, stupid, weak ankle.
Finally back on my feet, I explored a massive, hollowed-out airport. I was ambushed by an android in a tattered pilot's uniform. It was crying, begging me to run while simultaneously trying to rip my arm off. It was a pathetic, horrible sight. I ended its misery with a single throw of the Godfinger.
Before I could even catch my breath, a Seeker K-9 came charging down the hallway. It was just easy work. I stunned it with my taser, and my laser sword finished the job. The robots that once hunted me are now just things I swat out of my way.