Hey guys! I wrote this short story ages ago, a few weeks after the game had just launched. It didn't get much feedback back then but seeing as we have an active forum section dedicated to this sort of stuff I thought I'd chuck it back up to see what people thought. A few things to note:

- This was before the Razwog missions and storyline came about
- This was before there was a commlink 'pop-up'

Anyway, enjoy!

I woke up, stars spinning around my head. What happened? I’m told I’ve crash landed on a foreign planet.

“No time for rest. Get out there and destroy those jellies!” Who is speaking to me? I hear a voice but there is nobody in sight. Why must I fight these native creatures? What have they done to deserve my wrath? Never mind, there’s no time for such thoughts.

Snicker-snack! My blade relishes in the pink flesh dripping down its spine. I can almost feel the warmth it radiates as it drops these strange alien beings. It feels good. But it fades so quickly. I need more!

I continue on my way, guided only by the mysterious voice which has no source.

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I arrive at some sort of camp – a chaotic amalgamation of tents that house more like me. How did we all crash here at the same time? Were we attacked by some strange life form? Were we caught in an asteroid field? Never mind, there’s no time for such thoughts.

Someone is explaining to us the finer points of swordsmanship and gunslinging. He sends me on my way banded together with a few comrades, down into the depths of this world. For what purpose? To kill more native fauna? Never mind, there’s no time for such thoughts.

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I am deemed worthy enough to continue. To where? I know not. I cross a gaping chasm only to arrive at a city crawling with thousands more like me. It seems that our kind has been here quite some time.

As I approach the commander I notice several large figures standing ominously around the town square. I am reassured that they are friendly, only wishing to aid us in our quest: to harvest this planet’s core. But why would these strangers want to help us destroy their planet? Surely they realise that our endeavours will inevitably lead to their death? Never mind, there’s no time for such thoughts.

I’m directed to one of the strangers. Apparently they will teach me to make better weapons in exchange for the shapeless bits of metal I have been collecting from the creatures of this planet. I find that I can understand what he is saying. How has he learnt our language already? Or are these strangers just extremely intelligent? Never mind, there’s no time for such thoughts.

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I delve deep below the planet’s surface, searching for ways to expand my arsenal and earn these crowns that are deemed so valuable on this planet. But above all I seek to exterminate all life I encounter so I may feel the warmth that runs through my gear one more time. I have been exploring the metamorphing lands that exist beneath the crust of this planet for several weeks now. Today I went further than I had ever been before. I saw things that I had never seen before: bizarre creatures and odd landscapes. I opened a gate hidden behind some brambles. Covered in dust, with rust eating away at its core I discovered several robots debilitated by the ages. I read the inscription upon their helmets “Mecha Knights”. What was it our species was called again? Spiral Knights?

My hand brushed against its power cell and I felt a sudden drain upon my energy, almost as if it were being drained into the lifeless robot itself. They looked oddly familiar, almost like a lesser version of our own species. Were they our ancestors who had voyaged to this planet eons ago? Or was this our home planet that we had deserted in ages past for another? Perhaps we had never left? Never mind, there’s no time for such thoughts…