'I'm bleeding to death:' In 2009, Wurm Online was still the wild frontier of online gaming

I'm bleeding to death. I've got six minutes before I'll be too exhausted to do anything but lie down and die. I wish it was the worst of my problems. But it's not. The real problem is that… gamers are bastards.

Lost. In the middle of a dense forest, crowded with ravenous mountain lions. I'm kind of ravenous myself, since Egg and I had all our belongings taken away. Egg's my only friend in the world, and right now he's staring death in the face over a mile away. I just don't know in which direction.