Terraria: History of the creation of the game. Terrarian Womb

From 4-10-2014, 18:00

Almost everyone who played minecraft knows this funny story with the jobs. Ha ha ha, well, yes, about an alternative character who runs around the world, builds any and scares the player with his appearance. "The deceased Brother Notch" ... What nonsense, I thought. In general, I am skeptical and in the clouds do not vit. I do not believe in any kind of ghosts, demons and other garbage - I need iron facts and evidence. And despite this, I can not explain what happened to me when I played a terrarium. I hope I just need someone ...

I as usual played in solitary mode. It was one of the first worldly created by my worlds, but after a while I scored him. The character did not delete the character, but simply created a new one in the new world. I wanted to start with a pure sheet and do everything as it should. I played everything was in order. Having mined the hot armor and the same equipment, I decided to return to the old world and build a normal base there. How to give him a debt, make it as he could go out, if I have more experience and knowledge.

When I downloaded this world, there was a late evening (in time of the game). I began to demolish the old house (he was pity - small rooms, from the characters there were only an instructor and a merchant) and then I saw the inscription on the screen "You feel like everything is cold inside" ... strange. Is such an inscription appear not only after the destruction of the shadow sphere? Never mind. A few minutes later the night fell - "the bloody moon rises" ... So what's the matter, I thought. I continued the demolition of the building, scaring from annoying zombies and demonic eyes. I had excellent equipment, they could not harm me, but to wait until dawn was lazy.

And then ... Something strange began.

My first character had dark purple hair, tied in pigtails, and we were wearing black and white. And while I demolished the walls at home, I noticed right on the border of some zombie falling from the torches. It was too dark, I could distinguish only his legs and thought that he was just stuck behind the hodgepid - did not have enough brains to jump and approach me. Well, so I have less problems, right?

It seemed to me that the bloody moon was in the sky longer than usual, but finally it was morning. I disassemble almost all the building before I realized that I would not have enough wood even on the side walls, not to mention the rear. I had to go cut down several trees. I went ahead, without a specific purpose. This world was not well explored, so the trees had to be nearby. Soon I saw a narrow tunnel going straight down. Probably one of my first mines. I do not remember exactly why I dug here, well, yes, even wait from the full Nuba? I jumped down, thinking that he could not be too deep here. I fell and fell ... and continued to fall. While I flew down, a message appeared on the screen "Echo spreads around you horror cries around you ..." And immediately after that I found myself in the "hellish" layer, falling into the pool with Lava. On the screen it was highlighted: "You were killed" ... when did I dug this mine? I do not remember me to get to such depths in this world. It seemed to me, I did not even come to the stone layer. Strange. Well, it means that this hole was here before me. What other options? Yes, so it was. Just with a very small chance, the world was generated, where there was already a tunnel straight into hell. Why not, with my luck. But while I waited for the revival of the character, I noticed some movement to the edge of the eye. On the edge of the screen, on the left ... was this zombie? I did not pay attention. Maybe just imp? Must be. Well, for sure, some imparted to laugh at my stupid death. Or maybe he and tunnel dug dug up! I did not imagine how close to the truth.

I embarked on a hole. Enough with me falls into the pits. Found a few trees and returned to work. The merchant was not there. Strange. He must have disappeared due to the fact that he did not have at home. The instructor was still in place. I went to the workbench to make some wooden walls. Probably, I accidentally clicked on the instructor, because the window appeared on the screen: "here ... so cold" ... what is? I clicked the help option. "I can't help you ... no one can ..." My goosebumps ran on my back. I pressed the help several times, but the instructor continued to repeat "here ... so cold" ... okay ... should be a joke from developers. Very funny. This simply does not happen. Or a draw, or someone broke into my computer, or ... something else. So I decided to continue the construction of the house. And I had a tree again.

I have a little nervous, so no longer walked on the side of the card, where there was a hole in the ground.
Big God protects, right?
Wrong.

On the way to the other side of the card, I noticed that the screen was ... strange. As if I were on the lands of damage, only ... There was nothing around around. The sky darkened, the clouds changed the color, but there were only ordinary trees around. I continued to extract wood, trying not to pay attention, as I suddenly noticed another mine ahead. The hole flowing straight down. Like the first. I jumped over it and went on. Another hole. And further. Too much for random coincidences. My hands were covered with goose skin. This is a draw, someone plays me.

The screen appeared inscription: "The instructor was killed" ... But how? Can they kill it mobs? (To version 1.0.3, he was almost immortal).

I ran back to the database, thinking that the invasion of goblins began, the message about which I looked. On the way, I continued to receive messages "You feel like everything is cold in" ... They just continued to highlight on the screen, as some spam. "You feel like everything is cold inside ... You feel like everything is cold in ...", again and again. "Turn back". I froze.

It was already somehow terribly ... But I could not stop. I needed there, I had to find out what the instructor was killed!

In vain, I did not stop in vain. True, I'd rather have just come out of this world, deleted it with the first character and never remembered again. But I came to the place where my house was standing, an almost complete base. That's just it was not there. Instead, I saw a smooth earthquake and two small pits filled with lava. One lay on one thing that was once an instructor. From above, it was closed the earth. Near both pits stood signs.

The plate near the pit with an instructor read: "Here the instructor lies. He helped the traitor and was killed."

The inscription on the second plate, standing near the open pit with a lava, made me pale. "You are lying here. He was my friend, but broke the dreams." Was it such a joke from Blue? What kind of stupid jokes? And then my old character appeared on the screen. My very first character who was created with this world. She walked across the screen ... And her eyes were absolutely black. Just black dots ... As if her eye she was not at all. She continued to go to me and the screen began to shake. As if the game began to "slow down" ... She went, but suddenly it turned out to be away from me. A moment - and she is near, goes to me from the edge of the screen and immediately - again behind. The screen is covered with the inscription "You feel like everything is cold inside ...", then - "Echo spreads around you the screams of horror" ... I am not in itself. Music has changed to the battle with the boss, then the melody of damage, incredibly accelerated, began to play back forever and very slowly. I panicked. I do not know what happened, but for me it was too and I decided to get out of the game. I pressed the ESC and tried to click on "save and exit". After a time, I click on the option of the output, and the music became louder. The screen began to blink, the day quickly changed overnight and back; Just on the screen was damaged and immediately - the bloody moon. Something incredible happened to my old character, she poured at the top edge of the screen. "The merchant was killed ...", "DRIADA was killed ...", "Echo spreads around you the cries of horror ...", "the nurse was killed ...", "the demolition was killed ...", " They pray for death to take them ... "," the arms dealer was killed "... By this time, the change of day and night happened so quickly that the image on the screen turned into a molding of flowers, and the sprite of my character appeared under the eyes Red stripes ... He cried blood? "You pray for death" ... On the screen was my old character close-up. The image continued to increase, playing by the backward music became such a loud that I was afraid for the speakers. Suddenly, the inscription appeared on the screen. "You were killed ...", and from the speakers such a sound was separated, as if thousands of zombies died at the same time.

Then the game itself closed.
The program simply ended. I launched it again and tried to go to my old character ... Failed to load saving. World 1 ... Failed to load saving. Both files are spoiled ... the main character did not work either. Heck!

I created a new character. Returned to the mastered world, just to throw away all this from the head. I did not want to think about what happened, it was certainly someone's stupid joke or some kind of debugging mode of the game ... or something else. With a new character, I built myself a castle. "You feel like you have everything cold in" ...

I rebooted the computer. Since then, I have not played a terrarium. And I could not even if I wanted. The game is no longer launched. Just refused to boot. I deleted it, I set it up again, but it did not help. There are no conservation files on the computer, no traces that I once played at it. I do not know why I write here about it ... Maybe the developers see it if it was their joke. Or to warn people if not.

Sometimes I regret that my friends are the same landing realists as me. It would be possible to guess that I had a snap-in "My computer was obsessed with an evil character of the game that no longer gives me to play the terrarium" would only be surprised and the desire to prove to me that I was sleeping. Although, in his place I would do the same, just out of principle. We do not believe in anything with him until we see the evidence with our own eyes - even if it is the words of the best friend. So it was always and so far from it was only better. But it would be better if I kept my mouth on the castle and pretended that nothing was. But I could not restrain - and here is my story. I hope that readers will learn from my mistakes. Previously, I thought someone joked at me, but ... I don't think so much. Over the past few weeks, there happened so much that I no longer believe that it could make a person.

So, after a terrible case with the game I called Jerry. We are friends with school, two nerds - had to stay nearby to survive. Then we went to one college and so on. In short, I called him. He told what happened, shared his thoughts that one of the developers had a very strange sense of humor or something happened to my game. "Yes, okay you, do not say that you now also believe in this garbage. Probably it is time to call polite guys in white coats!", He just laughed into the phone. He did not believe me and I understand him. I just wanted to tell someone about what happened. Someone who would tell me that I did not go crazy. Maybe then everything would fall into place. "Well, since you can no longer play the terrarium, I will come to take a look at your computer. Suddenly my copy will start on it?", He said to the careless tone. Why not, I thought. That is, it could be just a virus or something like that, and he will help run the game. It will not be worse? It would be better if I refused to help his help ...

He came the next day. Brought a flash drive, connected to my computer. Launched the terrarium. She earned, but ... something seemed to me strange. For a moment, I thought that on the screen with the main menu instead of a normal night was a bloody moon. But Jerry quickly launched the game and I did not have time to see exactly. Probably just seemed. His world has been successfully loaded. Everything looked completely normal. He looked around, checked his buildings, went to the dungeon, then even generated a new world. Everything was ordinary. No oddities. He came out of the game and looked at me. "So an obsessed computer?" - And we both bent from laughter. Of course, it was complete nonsense. I just played too long ... or the files were spoiled when the server was loaded or a modified server file with them did something. Everything has a simple explanation.

For a while I even forgot about this case. My character had all the necessary things and I decided to wait for the next version where there would be no strange bug. On the forum, I did not find anything like ... maybe the truth is some kind of virus. They are not capable of such, right? About a week later, Jerry called me. Probably, again wanted to make fun on my "obsessed computer." His voice was some kind of hoarse ... as if he was caught. "Dude, you didn't get sick there?" I asked. "I sent you a video ...", "he whispered in response. Then he added something else, but I did not disassemble anything because of his hoarse voice. It seems to be "look at him." Well, perhaps, probably, a trailer for some kind of game, wants to persuade me to play it together. I sat down at the computer and checked the mail. Put the download file, returned to him: "What a video, Jerry?" Silence in response. "Jerry?" Silence. Hmm, maybe he put the phone or moved to the toilet. Who knows.

I launched a video. I caught my breath. It was a terrarium. The cursor chose a single game. Then jman character. The world 1. It was dark, the player stood on some platforms ... several torches were lit by him. Probably wants to show me how he is cool "wet bosses." "awakened!" - There was an inscription at the bottom of the screen. Who awakened? Suddenly the screen darkened and there was a very loud death rather of a dying zombie, and behind him - the inscription "You were killed" ... I was angry and jumped out due to the computer. "Jerry, what kind of fuck are you doing? Do you want me to bring me to a heart attack?!" Here is a goat! I knew because he did not believe me, but so that it's like that? Everything is clear - he hung up to not give himself laugh.

But the video has not yet ended.
The player has been revived. It was still night. The character stood in the house ... But he was not like a house built by Jerry. Two floors, very small. He looked very realistic, as if it was built by the example of someone's real home. Jerry has the ability to build as much as to the ballet ... Maybe I downloaded someone's card?

Jman: Who are you
Jman: Why do you do it with me
You feel like you have everything cold inside ...
You feel an unkind look ...

He rose to the second floor. On the wall hung a picture ... Very strange, I never noticed in the game of paintings. He went into a small bedroom and closed the door behind him. Behind him was something like a cabinet. Suddenly the cabinet doors swung open and the screen darkened again. Then ... silence. There was no text, a black screen. But it was empty in the closet, so that anything strange could not happen ... right? I looked at the screen and waited. A few minutes have passed and I decided to check what length this video.

On the player were numbers 0:01.

I watched this video twenty minutes, and it was ... just one second long. It's not funny anymore. I wanted to close the player, but then a voice came from the speakers: "Please wait." I shuddered. The pictures on the screen still did not have, only the voice of Jerry. He continued to ask: "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

Suddenly he appeared on the screen. It was he, Jerry. It was dark around, his figure snatched from the dark of the webcam illumination. He looked beaten, clothing is escaping, on the face and neck, bruises were visible. Suddenly, the image was gone again and again rang out a dying zombie, followed by the inscription "You were killed" ...

It seems that the video is over. "Jerry ... What happened to you, dude? Are you alright? I call the police? Jerry?" I looked at my phone. He hung up again? I was not in my own, as if something bad had to happen. I checked incoming calls. Jerry did not call. I scored his number, but he was busy. Suddenly, I had another letter from Jerry. Another video.

Trying not to think about the consequences, I downloaded and this video. It was another roller from the terrarium, but he was shot a little earlier, during the daytime. The sun was shining and the main character, it seems, just found the house. He opened the door and looked inside ... But inside for some reason it was very dark, as if it was an underground cave. He took out a candle and began to explore the house. It came to the opposite wall and rose to the second floor. The house looked normal and I think he seemed to him the same ... besides that ... I can't say for sure, but for some reason it seems to me that this house just appeared in this world from nowhere. He checked all the rooms and stopped in a small bedroom with a wardrobe. Character stopped moving. I did not understand what was the matter while the wardrobe did not open and the candle light did not fill the small room.

It was an exact copy of his character. Only ... his eyes were completely black. Echo spreads around you the screams of horror ... you feel like everything is cold in ... The inscriptions began to fill out the screen. Music has changed, distorted, then slowed down and went backwards. He ran out of the room, all the doors themselves closed behind him behind him. He ran out and continued to run until he stopped on the edge of the lake with Loo. Right on the surface ... From somewhere there was a whole lake lava, to the very edge of the screen. He began to dig down. Probably thought that if it processes deep enough, he could bypass Lava.

He continued to dig until he fell into a long tunnel - it seemed that he was drawn from home himself. He couldn't dig deeper, because the floor was from an ebony, and the character looked recently created and his tools were silver. He decided to go on the tunnel, as I think, hoping to go as far as possible from that terrible place. In the long part of the tunnel appeared light. Maybe this is sunlight? Looks like he thought about the same. Soon he entered the room lit by candles.

I ... I do not know how to describe what was next. On the floor lay parts of the bodies of other characters. The longer he stood in the room, the louder the music played and the stronger her sound was distorted. You feel like everything is cold in ... The inscriptions continued to appear on the screen. He did not move. You feel an unkind look ... His character stood on the spot, but ... it seemed to me that I heard someone crying. Is he crying? Did he record his voice on the video?

The screen darkened.

You feel how you all getting cold inside ... Echo spreads around you horror cries around you ... the inscriptions in the stream appeared on the screen, and Zombie's death cries were distributed one by one. The screen began to flash, parts of the body sprinkled from the ceiling of the room. He ran away. The light continued to pulsate around it. Something seemed in the far corner of the screen ... It was a sprite of his character.

He got out of the tunnel. I tried to jump off the house. Day and night replaced, the sun and the moon fled across the sky. Music has become too loud and I turned off the speaker. He was finally managed to move through the house and he found himself a small pit that resembles the grave. He approached her and read the sign.

"You are lying here. Red roses, violets blue. Your flesh will be saturated." He ran past the grave. The screen darkened. He was again inside the house. You feel like everything is cold in ... The inscription came out again. He fell as quickly as possible to the exit from the house, but there was no entrance door. Unexpectedly in the house it became dark. Outside there was a day, and inside the house there was darkness. There was a zombie, again and again. A loud cry ... It seems that he was a voice of Jerry. He accurately recorded his voice on video. Suddenly the house was lit, on the floor lay parts of his character. The "character" appeared on the screen, which looked like light, the image on the screen has grown, the music played faster. Running laughter, there was a wardrobe on the screen. There was an inscription "You were killed ..."

The video is over. The heart popped me from my chest. I closed the file and wrote a response letter. "Jerry, are you in order? Please Jerry, call me, let me know!"

In response, I got a video. I do not believe in God, but looking at him, I prayed that all this turned out to be some terrible hallucination.

This time Jerry was on the video, he was sitting in his chair at his computer. The room was dark, the light fell only on his face and figure. It seems he was something busy. Focus cameras moved a little and I saw the door of the cabinet. She opened. The camera drove on the closet, increasing the image. She showed darkness inside the cabinet and when he rang out a familiar zombie, inside it turned out ...

It was ... Jerry. Inside the cabinet was sitting Jerry. It seemed that he had no eye, and the mouth was so widely discovered that the lips were almost no visible. The camera spoke around it, the light began to blink. Then ... I heard the voice in the background. He looked like the voice of Jerry, but ... differed. "I sent you a video ..." I have everything frowning inside. "Please ... do not look it." The screen darkened.

I wanted to remove the videos, but ... as you have already guessed, they were not. No one. Even the one I just looked ... As if he had evaporated. A few days later the cops called my door. It turns out that Jerry did not appear at home since he went to me that day. No one saw he returned home, so they decided to ask me. Of course, I did not tell them about the video or something else - I do not believe myself, and where to believe them?

But you ask why I still do not sleep at night, but only during the day and with the light included?
Jerry just never had a webcam.

What I will tell you now, happened only a few days ago and forever changed my life. Believe all this or not - entirely and completely your right. I myself, remembering the details of the events and constituting out of the last pieces a complete picture of what happened, could doubt the clarity of your own mind, but the flash drive, which I am now, I don't get into my hand, in the afternoon and at night, serves the only and indisputable Proof of what I have not got crazy. Is it a happy confluence of the circumstances, the blessing of whether the gods in which I never believed, whether the case was blind - I still don't know what I was saved ... However, quite empty words, we turn to business.

The first day:

My name is ... And, however, it does not matter, because it will be not so much about me. It is enough just to mention that I am a student of almost the third course, one of many who now gives up the latest exams and closes their debts. I am not a diligent student, no college pride, but a regular guy, still living with a mother, loving sit at a computer, digging on Facebook'e or hanging in some new toy. Recently, I got carried away by the game Terraria and sometimes spent whole evenings for the excavations of the caves complexes and remove huge and luxurious castles on the surface. For two weeks, I have been turned off the Internet for two weeks, and there was nothing to pay for it, so I fought with the skeletons only with skeletons and other computer evil spirits, without having the opportunity to escape into the desired multiplayer and participate in some large-scale project. Acknowledge, it didn't really care, but it was still boring, so when my friend, whose name does not play a special role in my story, called me and told about the release of version 1.0.5, excitedly listing the most lacrimal pieces from the list Changes, I immediately asked him to bring me a game on a flash drive. As subsequently it turned out, I made a huge mistake.
The next day, twenty-fourth June, I have already thrown a new hacked version of the game on a computer and the edge of the ear heard the "valuable tips" of a friend, spied by him in the official preview. Having waited until he leaves and leave me alone with the welcome game, I launched the client, I granted a look at the inscription "1.0.5" in the lower left corner of the window and went into a single game. All cards and characters from 1.0.4 were already carefully packed by me in the zip archive and removed from the corresponding folders so that I could start a new world from scratch. I click on the "Create Character" I quickly created a completely ordinary character - a guy, chatene, in a bright green jacket, blue pants and brown boots, with standard skin color. Naturally, the first thing I wanted to try out a new level of difficulty, so I changed it to hardcore without the slightest thought.
The character I called the first to come to the name, Matt, but the finger of the treacherously jumped off the key and instead of M wrote N. I clapped for a continuation earlier than I managed to notice my mistake, so the character was named NATT. I didn't want to create and paint the character again, so I started creating a world by choosing an average size. The game, a strange thing, did not even ask how I want to call the world created, but I didn't upset this, but I didn't even leave the name standard. Last minute, the world was created and automatically called "! Born". Surprised by this strange name, more similar to the LED Generation LED, I started the game.
The first thing that I rushed into my eyes after loading the world was absolutely terrible generation. Friend, of course, warned me that at 1.0.5 Blue, something did something with the generation of worlds, which was why they were much less beautiful than before, but I was still ready for such a stripping change. Evaluating the new features of the guide and disgraced by him about the appointment of any nonsense, like an acorns or wooden crossbar, I switched to the turmoil construction of the hut for the first night. In the process of cutting a tree, it was found that in the west of the spa, just in two screens from it, there is an infected zone that for a while closed the way to the west. Soon the hut was built, however, rather for the form, since Nett was constant for her walls all night, hesitating off the spear from persistent zombies and collecting the desired fifty silver. The next game day went to the construction of small houses for the guide and the expected NPC, and then the usual study of the world, the search for weapons, the extraction of ore and battle with endless monsters began.
During this time, NETT died several times, and every time after his death, the game threw me to the main menu, from where, by repeating it from the list of characters, it was possible to start the game on the spa without all its equipment. Then I was quite sure that it should be so, and the exits to the main menu after death is just part of the hardcore regime planned by the developers.

NETT in a finally complete village. I decided to try out the potion of gravity and filmed the result.

After a few playing days and the out-of-game hours I already had DRIADA in the village, and Nett was dressed in shadow armor, so I put an attack on Skeletron and the ruin of the dungeon, after which it could be descended to the hell with a clean soul to build a farm for Alchemical needs and just enjoy in-game all-game. Since the map was already on the east, I went to the Ocean, I went to the West, on the way, devastating infected zones and killing the worms-eyed to the destruction of the shadow balls. After some time, the dungeon was discovered, but ...
It looked strange. First, there was no extension-colonnade, in which I was usually met skeleton. Just the tower over the entrance to the ground, inside which the damned old man was tired, instead of his usual "Come Back Again At Night If You Wish to Enter" speaking to me "Come Back Again At Night If You Wish to See My Master". I found it a hint that inside the dungeon I am waiting for me a new boss, added by developers in 1.0.5, and was only surprised that a friend did not mention him.
Secondly, which is much more important, going out of the depths of the dungeon and makes any way through the prolonged roof of the tower, an unknown stalk of a strange, bodily species rose to me. He was a texture in the background, but the hook was clinging for him, so I,, weighed by curiosity, climbed up, find out where this stem leads. Blocks through three hundred when I almost assured that the stem is exceptionally decorative and much more interesting discoveries are waiting for me at the bottom of the dungeon, the theme of the world has changed, the rear background became a little darker, and the sky became bad red. By analogy with the "bloody moon", I immediately occurred to the "bloody sun", which quite accurately described the appearance of the world. In the columns, there was some unintelligible noise similar to someone's quiet muttering, but also this detail I mentally took the desire of developers to make the new location unknown to me as much atmospheric as possible.

Entrance to the dungeon, Pupovina.

After a couple of lifting screens up, I shuddered, seeing what a hook was attached. It was a huge, twisted and baked embryo, the size of a flying island, but consisting not from individual blocks, and solid, like all monsters and bosses of the Terraria. For a second, I froze, feeling the rapid beat of my own heart and literally persuading myself to gather my thoughts and climb even higher to visit the back of the embryo. In the end, on the eyes of Ktulhu, I had about the same reaction at my time, that's just he attacked me, and this embryo ... he ... I didn't do anything to a smooth account, only the chest was measured and lowered at rhythmic, calm breathing. Right yourself, I climbed into a few jumps on the embryo and, traveling on his back and not finding an even account anything interesting, hit him on the sample.
There was a terrible cry, almost the most loud and shrill, which I ever heard, and Natt literally ripped into pieces without any reasons for that. I frightened from the monitor with the chair, translating my breath. It's right to developers to finish with Lovekraft horrors, I thought, the more so sudden. The game came to the main screen again, and I, reached for the mouse, clicked on the "single game" and, to visit the Mouse on Natta, once again stolen. Goosebumps ran through my back, and Pota drops were made on his forehead - Nett changed. He has suffered, pale, his clothes came out, and their eyes became dim, as if he had not seen white light for many years, while imprisoned somewhere deep underground. I barely forcing himself to put yourself first in his name, and then on the name of the world, I leaned back on the back of the chair, mentally assumed myself that the developers simply moved with the realism of their next monster. As soon as the world booted, I was surprised once again, although I thought it was ready for whatever weird.
My little village looked as if for these two minutes my absence in the world was at least a century. There were bars in the walls, the web was hung in places, almost all objects of the situation, except the chests, disappeared, and in the whole village there was no NPC. However, soon I found this reason - a little east of the village appeared a small cemetery with an indication of the names of all my merchants, a guide, driad and nurses, although, of course, before these names were not mentioned anywhere. Oddly enough, this item reassured me - I believed that all this is just a tricky and convincing trick of developers. And when after a couple of minutes, all NPC came to my village again, each of whom was not different from the previous ones, I finally assured the right thing of my theory.

Aged NETT in a destroyed village.

NETT at the cemetery next to the already restored country.

Two more game days I left for the restoration of all my outfit, after which it was decided to go back to the dungeon. Having reached him, I immediately, without giving myself time on thinking, headed for an old man. Despite the fact that there was a late night, he still told only the "The Call Me Old Man" and, as it turned out, did not interfere with my promotion. Leaving an obviously buggy NPC on the surface and realizing that I was not destined to see the clothing merchant, I went down to the dungeon. Over the entire vertical mine, the very umbilical cord was hung up on me bad thoughts about what waiting for me at the other end. In the three lateral branches of the main tunnel, I did not find anything interesting, and only at the bottom, where, leaving the umbilical cord, the chains of Catacombs were diverged in all parties, I began to carry with prey. Catching off the skeletons and flying skulls, I used to robbed the chest, weighing in the mind that it would be for me to take with me, and what to leave, and, unnoticed for myself, moving farther and further to the west.
At some point, I realized that the situation had changed entirely. Now I wanted to call this place not to the dungeon, but a palace. The floor and the walls were laid out of the two-colored blocks that were never seen by me, the pictures of vague content were hanging on the floor, the sofas were standing, long dining tables made of carved black wood, vases with flowers, huge crystal chandeliers hung under the ceiling, and all this was depicted Up to the smallest details, which only allows maximum resolution of items. I hardly, I am unlikely, if I say that I had a notion, as it is cracked at least one of the objects we saw. All my attempts to break with a hammer or explosive at least something guaranteed to be crowned with a failure. Enemies have also changed - people came to replace the skeletons, as if they would have randomly generated players with accidentally issued game weapons. Midks, magicians, archers and demolitions - all of them the same crowd attacked me, behaving much smarter than the usual AI, as if ... as if I really played against living people.

The path to the palace generated by Monsters.

Finally, my path rested in the last huge room like a throne room, on the walls of which in the gold-plated frames hung portraits of people unknown to me. In the western edge of the Hall on the Golden throne, someone was sitting, whom, if you believe the pop-up inscription, the name was Father, The Father. In his presence, all the enemies attacking me immediately became neutral and hurriedly left the throne hall, as if fear of their own, without any doubt, the lord. The father got up from the throne and, slowly going down the steps, went to Nattu and began the conversation. From all other beings of the Terrarian, it was distinguished by the incredible detailing of actions - he Morgall, frequently gestrated when communicating, realistic rearranged his legs, even sometimes thoughtfully scolded his own beard, and at the same time did not look like a sshring scene.
When he spoke to me, a wide window of the dialogue opened. Not a thin band with harvested text at the top of the screen, and a wide interface on which words manifested one by one, as if the father dictated to their invisible handuscript. Instead of the buttons to continue or the end of the conversation there was a small field at the bottom, in which it was possible to write anything and the ENTER-Ohm to answer the Father. At that moment I did not even occur to try to write something that does not make sense or on the L33T back to check how my "interlocutor" reacts to it, I was too scared and excited to all what was happening to me.
Father in foggy expressions told me that the embryo over the tower is the devilish child, which should be killed for the good of the whole world, and kill who is possible only if it is descended even lower, in some womb to find the base of the umbilical cord and cut it there. Any my questions about his identity father ignored, but one question was still answered - "What happens if I do not do this?". Father turned face to the screen, looking straight on me, and said you will die. At that moment it seemed to me that I would even hear his voice, uttering these simple words, which, however, frightened me much stronger than even a terrible find in the sky. They, and I now understood that for sure, let and refused to believe it, was not addressed to my character, namely, to me sitting in front of the screen and tremble from fear. And again, I hardly calmed myself with thoughts that all this is part of beautiful and very convincing innovations, the quest from the NPC, although a large number of witnesses seen did not give me peace.
Father fell silent and no longer said a word, not responding to numerous questions that I tried to ask him. I did not have anything else, how to return through the discontinued corridors of the palace back to the dungeon, tormented by vague and bad premonition. Having reached the umbilical cord, I felt a strong, spontaneous desire to close and remove the game, once and for all, to never go to her anymore and not to tell anyone what exactly happened to me today. Unfortunately, then I was able to replicate this desire, once again convincing myself that nothing had happened that in theory could not be added to the developers in the new version, and began to go down the umbilical cord.
After some time, the descent began to occur already really strange things. First, the dungeon melody gradually subsided and changed to the one that sounded when I saw that embryo. Secondly, the usual monsters disappeared, and in the columns they began to constantly sound those rustling sounds, which are usually played when worms or bones of dragons appear, although no one has appeared similarly. Gradually, the blocks, of which consisted of the passage already seemed to me endlessly, became more and more often replaced with new, unknown me, more similar to half-dimensional, realistic greenish flesh, and over time and the rear background was changed to a constantly pulsating pale fabric with trembling green veins. . It even seemed to me that I could feel the sickening smell emanating from this strange place, although now I am almost sure that it did not seem to me.
Without a doubt, it was a womb, that's just the umbilical cord not going to end. It became really scary to me - I was going to play a "sandbox" today, to move the bosses, experiment with innovations and features, in a word, entertain enough, but not to erupt bricks by machine-gun queue. On the other hand, until a certain point, it was really interesting, I wanted to go through this unexpected quest and finally assuct that there were no oddities in the game. Alas, it did not happen.
Over time in the womb, finally, monsters appeared. They squirmishly different from all other monsters of the game - solid pieces of overly realistic meat, each time different, some were many times the character and could only crawl on the tunnels, some, on the contrary, were a few pixel and fleames. When you hover the cursor on any of them, neither the name nor the number of lives was not indicated during blows the number of damage incurred (although killing monsters was possible, let and very problematic), and the only mold from these creatures was torn off parts of the body. Subsequently, I showed them by Guide, who, as soon as I tried to move limbs, heads or internal organs in his crafting assistance window, immediately and quickly went as far as possible from the character, until he was shot dead in the nearest pit or did not die anyhow way.
As I move down, the womb showed two more strange qualities. When I finally suspected that as for the average in the size of the world, which I created, this tunnel goes too deep, and came to the womb with an equipped depth meter, he stubbornly showed "????? Feet Below, "smoldering afterwards on the surface. Once dressed in the womb of the depthioner instead of all the numbers began to show question marks, defining only the number of numbers and the level "above-below." However, the five-digit depth rate is already really frightened. Even big cards ended in the depths of five thousand blocks, and here the average is already more than ten thousand ...
The second and most frightening of the newest oddities of this place was that the lower the NETT descended, the less any of its light sources shone. Approximately twenty thousand blocks, if I was not mistaken in the calculations, nothing could dispersed the darkness that wrapped around this place. Torch, glowing lamps, water candles, discarded fallen stars, miner ventilation, spells, night vision potions, meteorite armor, shots from a space gun - nothing. It was necessary to move in a pitch darkness, and only every two-three-three-screen screens were the blue wandering lights, unpatched similar to those that deep-water fish lure the gullible fish lesson. It was really scary - to move under the quiet "music" of this place and the rustle of invisible worms in the walls, jumping through the dark spaces in which the next unknown monsters were waiting for me, frightened to the lights and translate the breath between these jerks. Pupovina, sometimes falling into the lighting zone "Fireless", still pointed to me that I was moving along the right path. Soon one of the fireflies, I found a golden chest, in which there were three Night's edge swords and one, called Mustery Blade, similar to Muramas. When I tried to take it, "Not Yet" inscription was highlighted at the bottom of the screen. From the chest could only get one Night's Edge, however, and I was enough with my head. As it turned out, only the wave of this blade could disseminate the darkness of the womb, and from now on the "Firefly" ceased to come across my way down.
At that moment I was finally able to break away from the game. It was already dark outside the window, although I started playing early in the morning, and I suddenly realized that I did not eat anything and did not drink anything else. Returning to the last "Fireflock" and, just in case, by building around themselves, the wooden dome made around themselves, I turned the game and got up. The lips were dry, and the heart of treacherously knew loudly when I was frightened by every rustle, went out into the kitchen to make at least a sip of the water and snack the sleep with a cooked sandwich. Mom has not yet returned from work, so empty, the dark apartment looked in the light of recent events looked frighteningly. I did not have time and pour a glass of water, as a terrible cry came from the room, exactly the same as I heard then, on the embryo. I literally felt my hair on my head stood on end and, toring the glass, ran back to the room.
The game was deployed on the whole screen, and the inscription "You Were Slain ..." burned in the middle of the monitor. The dome, built by me, was from the inside spanish with blood, which looked like a real, staining along wooden walls and measly dripping from a low ceiling. The floor was littered with an unnecessary detailed limbs and internships, and something ineffable flashed on the back background, after which the game immediately flew to the main menu. With a trembling hand, I soldered a mouse and, without any desire, mechanically clicked on the "Single Player". NETT disappeared.
At that moment I was close to shut from horror. As one last straw can break the back of the camel and this detail, it seemed to be enough for me to finally happier. I have shut off the computer with a blow to the power button on the system unit, and drinking a double dose of the soothing-sleeping bag, I tried to lie down and fall asleep to understand the morning that all this was a dream or my playing imagination. The nightmares were dreaming, as if my room became part of the womb: the walls were pulsed by the streaks of the body-blue veins, something disgusting and frightening was kept in the corner, and the very umbilical was stretched out of the monitor screen ... I woke up twice in the cold sweat, Included the lamp and reassured himself for a long time.
Second day:
Is it worth saying that the next morning I did not have a smooth account of any desire to play "Terraria"? Not even including the computer, I dressed, had breakfast and went out to breathe fresh air to dispel a little. This walk has worked on me soothing - against the background of the beautiful immutability of the real world yesterday's virtual horrors seemed contrived and petty, so I decided to call a friend who brought me a game, and tell me everything happened. He listened to me with an excited interest - he himself was not yet played at 1.0.5, having spent all yesterday to fight with the viruses who flooded his computer, but perceived everything that happened to me just as I wanted to understand and I, that is, how simple Thoughtful quest from the developers. In the end, curiosity overpowered fear and I, returning home, turned on the game again.
NETT really disappeared, so I did not have anything else, except to create a new character, black girl Alice. "! Born" boot and I continued to play. There has not changed anything in the world, the NPC walked aimlessly along the restored village, occasionally wrestling in the cemetery, which I never decided to demolish ...
Cemetery ... Something in it attracted my attention, something I remembered such that could help me ... Tombstones! In the same way, there was a tombstone at the death site of Natt, and it should have been written on it, how he died! Not that I would doubt the fact that it was some kind of "Backgrand" creature, it just became damn interesting to know what would be written there. Plus, about the same place remained a chest with swords, without which it did not want to continue the descent, and it was not possible, because the hell knows how much time would have to go down the lower.
Armed with reserves that prudently kept in the chest in the case of another unexpected death, I was going to go to the dungeon, as suddenly late discovered that it was completely deprived of the potions of health. Returned to the merchant, talked to him, went on the trading menu, missed and, already stopping the conversation, I realized that something was wrong. Repeated and froze - "Ah, They Will Tell Tales of Natt Some Day". I did not know how to understand it seemed to be a merchant was aware of the death of Natt and as if I hinted at something ... However, from the next appeal everything became in its place - "NATT, IS IT? I'Ve Heard Good Things, Friend! " The merchant, apparently, took my character for Natt because of some kind of glitch. However, not only the merchant, but also all the other NPC, each of which appeared "personal" appeals to the player - "Hey, Natt, Wanna BUY A BIG FREAKING GUN, HUH?" , "My God, Natt, Were You Bathing in Lava?!", "NATT? Such a Good Name ... I'll Name My Next Bomb N.A.t.t.! " and the like.
The glitch was insignificant, but it was enough to ensure that there was no good premonition in my soul. Completely armed, I went to the West again and, having reached the entrance to the "Dungeon", began a long descent. This time, as it seemed to me, the blocks of the womb began much closer to the palace, the sooner, as if it had increased in size, entering the blocks of stone and the dungeon bricks, and it was scarecrow. In addition to the depthomer, I had a clock with me. Immediately after the entrance to the womb, they were smoldered and stopped showing time, displaying only "WO: MB", "Hæ: LL" and "PA: TH", depending on where the Alice was at the moment.
"Dark" in the womb This time it became clearly earlier than in the previous one, and ominous music in the background was gradually done louder and more clearly. Through the voices of some string tool, the grooves and low notes of some string tool, which were associated with sinners from the second range of Dante hell, began to break through the dumping voices that were associated with sinners from shiver. They were heard before, but now it was exactly the bigger than the simple sound of the environment. At the same time, as far as I could see in the dim light of "lanterns", with the back background, the womb was happening. It seemed that some faces or parts of the bodies began to manifest themselves on it, but, as I did not look very much, I could not finally make sure that this is not the fruit of my despayed fantasy.
I continued the descent, and the monsters became more realistic and terrible. Having tried for the sake of interest to go into a dark side tunnel, leaving from the central path with the umbilical cord, I almost immediately came across something that brought me one and a half hundred damage with one blow and jumping around, chaotically dropped a sword. Immediately, as if I mock, one firefly flew out of the central tunnel, illuminating my enemy. They turned out to be a gigantic heeded head without a lower jaw and with a strained long language, which was so realistically drawn, that I felt the vomit of the call and the jerk turned away from the screen, just no longer see her. When I finally coping with myself, turned back to the screen again, my head was no longer, only a dead end from the same pulsating flesh and rushing back "Firefly". Stay in a dark corridor, especially after what happened, I didn't want to be at all, so I returned to the umbilical cord and continued to go down.
Soon I got to the place where Natt died. Everything remained in its places - a golden chest, an improvised dome, who did not save the character from death, his part of the bodies, blood everywhere, gravestone ... at the sight of this spectacle, despite the fact that everything was drawn, it became bad. Bodies disappear after death? In the terraria, because there is no such realism of the murders? There is no blood in it? Damn it, is it all the game?!
I took myself in my hands. Yes, this is a game. Yes, the realism of deaths is a feature from developers, as well as all this place. Yes, I already tired of fooling myself with this stupid excuse, but what else could I say? Everything that happened to me and my characters, it was quite possible to justify the logic of developers, although some intuitive part of my reason and resisted this thought. Alice approached the tombstone, and I read the cause of the death of Natta.
"NATT HAS BEEN TAKEN BY MOTHER"
What?! Damn knows what time for the last two days I was covered with panic fear, I wanted to immediately get out of the game, remove it and never remember about my failed journey through the womb, but I did not have enough courage. Foolish, absurd thoughts were spinning in my head, I imagined what would happen if I didn't kill the child, what my father warned me, I imagined me, the present, night pulse walls or what is worse ...
Stop.
Among everything I smelled to me, madness made it one point of intelligible thought. Father, child, womb and mother. These names, despite their simplicity, were not exactly random, there was some secret in them until the meaning was not at least me. And if the father, child and the womb, I have already seen, then who is such a mother, I did not have the slightest concept. My rationalistic ego clearly said that it would be a boss at the bottom of the womb, for which the whole frightening quest is committed, it has already drawn me a giant worm or something like that, from which the umbilical cord begins, but this is only the trouble - this place is not Submitted to rational judgment. More precisely, it was subordinate, of course, but as if we would disguise under reality, so as not to issue their essence. From these thoughts I was even worse, but it was necessary to continue.

One of the numerous shots of the womb. Everyone was unfortunate, and sometimes they did not coincide with the outlines with the place I tried to remove. In the shot of Alice with Night's Edge.

I took out another Night's Edge from the chest, and, lighting his way with his way, continued to go down the umbilical cord, knocking off from the "organic" monsters. Several times I wanted to stop and, if you do not get out of the game, then at least go to the kitchen and snack something edible. At the same time, it seemed to me, I already sank at good forty thousand feet below the sea level, and return to Spaun or, even more so, to build a dome around myself and put the game for a pause I didn't want to definitely, so fighting hunger , thirst and fatigue, I continued and continued to descend. Voices in the back background became even louder, overlapping already and music. They were whispering with each other in the language, which I could not even determine approximately. It was more like the imitation of hawkishkoty than human speech, and the moans over time turned into sobs, crying and, sometimes, even cries of pain. I muffled the column so that mom does not hear strange sounds through two walls, but it did not particularly help.
Suddenly everything has changed. The screen jerked, for a second, the wonder again lit and, although at first glance nothing has changed, I almost immediately noticed that the rear background was deformed and as if she was dragging to the place where Alice was located. I was afraid and ran down even faster, without staying in place and for a second, but it was something in the background was faster. The voices stopped drunk and tightened a long, long note, first low, like a hum of cello, then everything rises and rising, until finally, did not move into a shrill and scary scream. At the bottom of the screen, "IT's Wrath Has Awoken" was highlighted, and the flesh of the womb in the background was twisted, something big was separated from her, several times more character, loyal, with steel sharp teeth and, having increased almost all of the backshell screen, closed their jaws On Alice, after which he immediately disappeared. Simultaneously with the terrible and insanely realistic creak of closed jaws, the voices were silent, breaking the high note.
I, frozen, stared with glazed eyes into the monitor, can not even move before this spectacle. When everything was over, I ruined the squeezed fists to the pain and stretched to the keyboard, to understand what happened, but Alice did not move as I wanted to. She, turned to the left side of the screen, slowly swayed, as if retained the balance on one left foot, after which it was suddenly impossible for realism for the terrariage, the animation turned to the screen with the other side and fell. She had no whole right half of the body, which it was bitten by something, and it was possible to see absolutely everything, insides, bones, a skull cross section, everything was damn realistically, as if the real man was cut out perfectly smooth blade, photographed and made it a body texture for Alice ... In the middle of the screen, the inscription "You Were Slain ..." and, a second, one more - "... Again ...", after which the game again flew to the main menu. Alice disappeared from the list of characters.
My heart knew so that it seemed to break the chest or would break it at all, without preparing such a tempo, but my thoughts were empty. It seemed some kind of quiet hysteria - I would like to dismissed myself, without thoughts and experiences, while I had to die from fear. Probably, at that moment my nerves could not stand the entire load, and I was captured by this devilish. Whatever it was, I thought, and what would it be worth it, but I must reach the end. Everything is also detached, I went into a single game, created a new character, an old man named Erich, downloaded! Born and continued the game.
Here my mind returned to me, instantly enveloped the sticky of the web of fear. Now, it seemed, not only the game as if I didn't want to let me go, but I became dependent on the mystery that I expected me at the end. In the world, as far as I saw, nothing has changed, so I, still insanely frightened what happened, began to arm Erich. Traders still took the character for Natt, but now they became more careful, incredulous. Until a certain time, I took it for the fruit of my own sweeping imagination, which adjusted fantasies for reality, but then ...
Then something unexpected happened. Scrappet Phoenix Blaster (yes, by this time I already visited hell and made sure that it was impossible to get through it in the womb, as well as omitted below the usual edge of the card), I first waited a meteorite fall for a long time to make cartridges from it, but Then, never waiting, headed for a weapon merchant to buy it, though bad, but still no matter what-no cartridges. Already when, when I conversation with him, I had the same window as in a conversation with my father, I clearly realized that something terrible would happen now.
- NATT? .. Stop ... You're Not Natt. YOU'RE NOT! - Words printed one by one, as if the merchant uttered them, - What Have You Done? I ... I Know ... Gods' Pain ... Blood ... Womb ... They're All Gonna Pay ... They're All Gonna Die, Natt, Can You Hear Me?! THEY'RE ALL GONNA DIE !!! And You, Devil Child, You Will Be The First One!
Extremely painted movement, he snatched, apparently, from the pile holster a gun, shook the shutter, and twice shot in the head of Erich. I shuddered - the sounds were not at all those that they were usually. Not a miserable picking of a weak toy pistol, but real, loud and walking shots, accompanied by a clearly audible descent from the fuse and the sound of fallen sleeves. Puli passed through Erich, without causing him any harm and crashing into the wall, and the weapon trader attacked, lowering the weapon. For a second, I saw a real, genuine horror on his face, and in still an open window was added "WELL THEN ...". The window closed, and the merchant, unfolding, ran through the open doors of the houses, in each of them giving a few bullets in their inhabitants. Sounds of shots were distributed from the columns of literally machine-gun queue, and at the bottom of the screen appeared lettering "Matha-Naeg'on Killed Clayton Brawl", Emilio Consigliori Had Tasted Matha-Naeg'on's Deal, "Airwing Skyslide Has Been Shooted by Matha-Naeg'on "And the like. I ran after him, on running horror inspecting the results of the real massacre, which Mats learned in just a few seconds. The bullets were accurately found their victims, the blood was already copiously equipped the walls, objects of the situation, sometimes whole sorted pieces of meat lay next to the immovable corpses. Sitting throughout all at home, I realized that the fucking merchant was in the cemetery.

Last disaster shot, Erich and Matsa Naig'on

In the morning twilight, when the moon had already disappeared behind the horizon, and the sun had not come out yet, Mats-Naig'on was kneeling at the very long-lasting grave, something whispering under his nose, and his ineffective whisper came from the speakers. I instantly realized that I was already heard this whisper in the depths of the womb, among dozens of other frightening monologues. Mats-Naig'on took out the climax from the pistol, examined her, clearly said "The Last One" and, finally looking around her shoulder on Erich, put a blow to his mouth and pressed on the trigger. Blood, ahead with brains, meat and fragments of the skull, jet flew out of his nape, and Mats himself, turning the gaping wound to the screen, fell on the side and froze.
"NOW ALL OF THEM ARE DEAD, NATT" - Bezen appeared at the bottom of the screen.
The sun did not boost, and the twilight sky acquired a bloody shade. Time froze, and now even just a spratched watch showed only "PA: TH." However, I was still. A separate section of time simply fell out of my memory, and I came to myself only when Erich stood at the entrance to the dungeon, which already ceased to be such. Now each block, formerly brick, became part of the same organic, from which the womb was consisted, and the clock was already at the entrance immediately switched to WO: MB. Obviously, the dungeon simply stopped exist, becoming part of the womb.
Going down to the place where the palace began before, I ventured to move away from the umbilical cord and go to the West, in order to see my father again. All those randomly generated characters who attacked me here before have changed significantly. Now they looked as if they were laughing their own bodies from the torn slices of their own bodies, and weapons from her usual replaced with bloodied hooks, similar to medieval torture guns. Each of these walking dead has been whispered something that I have already heard exactly in the dance of the votes pursuing me in the womb. When, finally, I broke through my way to the throne room, everything looked drastically differently - portraits of aristocrats on the walls changed to sprites of those organic monsters, which I met in the womb, all the objects of the setting were half rotted, and on the place where there was before Father's throne, the tower of a torn jaw towered. It is no longer able to withstand this sight, and barely restraining before not shouting at the entire apartment, I, without stopping, rushed to the umbilical cord, continuing his descent and not imagine my own goal. Already blindly focusing in almost immediately surrounding me in the dark, I got to the very golden chest, where Natt died, and opened it. Inside lay one "Night's Edge" and all the same "Mystery Blade". The latter was still impossible to pick up, so, armed with the remaining Night's edge, Erich continued to move deep into the womb, illuminating the way with brief outbreaks from the arms cramped.
After, as far as I understood, fifty thousand depth blocks, the cursor disappeared from the screen, and soon all other interface elements, leaving only a blank screen with a character and wicker. Escape no longer opened the inventory, and the selected items were not highlighted in the pop-up inscription. Monsters from the back background, like the one who killed Alice, continued to appear at great depths, but I just immediately developed the tactics against them - first I left as far as possible, then I changed the direction sharply and rose up. Deadly bites passed by, let such maneuvers and slow down my promotion down. Some side tunnels previously encountered in the womb partially threw the flesh, although they could get into them, if desired, it was quite possible, but the desire itself did not arise me.
Approximately from seventy thousand blocks of depth of monsters from the back plan stopped appearing. It seemed that the game realized that I would not take it now, and now I quickly produced a different tactics. At a certain moment, the voice was styled, and there was a rustling and chasing to change, clearly sounded for me as the sound of a rotting meat, which thrown into the mouth of the celoded dogs, and the surface of the blocks that organize the tunnel began to change. Almost immediately, I noticed that the Organic began to move, as if she was covered with thousands of small felts, and at first raising the pulsating movement of the walls there was some kind of synchronicity and pattern. Now this place was similar to a living organism, striving to absorb the opponent invading him.
Soon, embarrassing growths began to appear on the walls of the womb, the tentacles were lengthened, and herself first simply a pulsating flesh of the beginning to rhythmically shudder like muscles. From somewhere there was a quiet squinting sound, with each repeat it became louder and louder, until it turned, finally, in a distinct inhuman cry. Something, apparently, approached the depths of the tunnel, and the walls of the womb responded to every cry of this unknown creature. The screen began to flash, and it was absolutely impossible to determine whether the womb was temporary or the monitor itself, and the "white noise" was held between the scraps along the edges of the screen. Because of too loud noises, I tried to turn off the speakers, but the switch itself, it seemed to be, and to get myself to tear myself away from the screen and remove the cord from the outlet, I just could not. However, did not want.
And again, at the peak of the treated cry, an indecent shadow swept behind Erich. More precisely, she seemed to join him from the back plan, and I lost control over the character. Erich jerked convulsively and somehow unnaturally slowly turned to the screen. His mouth silently moved, as if Erich tried to say something, but I could not read anything on my lips, as I did not try. Suddenly, the old man arched with all the body and, with a terrifying ease, running his hands into the chest, ripped it with the disgustingly realistic sound of the sound and breaking bones. But instead of the insides, a skeleton or something else, inside there was only a pulsating darkness, the black of the very black color, which, as if reluctantly, released a thin tentacle from the chest was still standing old man, and launched them into all his rest. Erich broke away from the place where it was caught something, slowly climbed into the air and began to change. The legs lengthened and covered with hipged growths, an additional couple of limbs increased from the shoulders, like the sickles of the mantomol, whether there were folded wings, the head was drawn to the conceded torso, and in the middle of the former chest, he had an eye with three pupils, each of which, moving independently of the rest, rolled across the screen, almost immediately focusing on ... me? The fact that I had just been to my character, tied up, gathered in a lump and rushed right on the screen, instantly increase in size. The last thing I saw this time, was stretched to the paw screen, on the palm of which thousands of small and insanely sharp teeth rolled the mouth. "Finally, You Were Slain ..." - highlighted on a black screen, and the game again flew to the main menu. The shine did not move in it, the sky acquired the same red shade, the music disappeared, replaced by the overall hum of the votes of the womb, and the only point was "See the End".
Probably, I was still in a state of the strongest stress - only this can be explained by the fact that the hand stretched not to the computer shutdown button or the monitor, not to the cord that comes from the outlet to the power supply, not to the phone, but to the mouse to clazz The only possible option. I just had no strength to scream, and I myself did not notice, to my pain my tongue my tongue and now convulsively shook my salted blood. It was shaking, it seemed that every cell of my body, the fear completely occupied my consciousness and took possession of my thoughts. Not fear of something clear, before the realism of what is happening with my characters, no, but the animal fear of unknown, before what awaits me at the bottom of the womb.
But it was the end. Even if there was nothing in the main menu of the game, and the last blade, "Mystery Blade", would not be waiting for me on the way to the womb, I would still have a crystal clarity that it would be my last descent in the womb, just felt would. And now I was just obliged to find out how it will end. Do not get me wrong: if I saw myself from the side, I would have forced myself to remove the game and forget about her, but one thing was observed from the side, and something else is to participate in this.
The world boot immediately, even without creating a new character and downloads. The character turned out to be Nett, such as he was from the very beginning, without any armor. The interface never appeared, and to open the inventory or chests was simply impossible. The world is still "stuck" at the stage of the bloody twilight, in the village did not change anything with an even account of anything, the Body NPC, not disappearing anywhere, lay in their places in unchanged, extremely realistic poses, and their blood still covered the walls and the floor. NETT was equipped very strange - a tool appeared in his hands when he was needed. If I, sitting behind the screen, I wanted to use a hook, then Natt did, if I wanted to shoot - shot, if you beat the sword - Bil, dig - I dug. He literally guess all my thoughts, even when I tried to use a tool or weapon not for its intended purpose.
However, the amendment. It was simply impossible to use tools or weapons. Three changes have happened all over the world: absolutely all monsters were missing from it, both ordinary and organic, and sides of the pulsating flesh began to appear under the ground, exactly the same, from which womb. It was impossible to rebuild the world - even the usual blocks of the Earth were not broken by an unknown from where the chick taken chick. The only thing that remained workers and unchanged was a hook, to which I had to resort several times on the way to the former dungeon. In addition, the clock was constantly equipped with Natte, now everywhere showing WO: MB, and the depth heel.
I went to the womb, at the same time examining what this world turned into. His corrosion came from the womb of the infection - where she was in contact with the surface, instead of grass they grew by the very sheath processes, and the trees turned into twisted fines of the color of raw meat. Infected reservoirs acquired a crimridge shade, as if were filled with ... blood? I didn't even want to think about it in order not to go crazy. Instead of one of the hills, on the way to the West, I discovered a huge pile of the mechanical meat, to which he did not even risk touching, having applied to his wooden dome. And, as already mentioned, monsters were missing around the world.
It scarecrow even more than those incredible horrors molding in the darkness of the womb. If any monster could be tried to explain how the AI, then, for the void, the gloomy and determination of this world, it seemed that someone's cold and cruel reason was hidden, who set the play in which I was given the role of the victim. Then I could not even approximately imagine how I was right in these terrible and turmoil thoughts.
When I got to the entrance to the former dungeon, I suddenly wanted to see the child. Pupovina still grew through the roof of the organic tower and clinging to her with a hook, Natt climbed up. It was no longer an embryo. When I saw him for the first time, he occupied four screens in a total amount as a flying island, but now ... now he occupied more space and looked like a fully formed human baby. He was ready to be born, but just that he meant his birth to this world and, which is more important, for me? ..
I could not stay on it. It was just ... disgusting, or what? Natt jumped down, I did not even think about what he could break. However, this did not happen - the infected blocks near the tower were as if, stopping the fall of Natta, and after a second, he pushed him out. The womb does not want me to die, I thought then, she prepared me completely different death. I caught myself on the fact that I already identify myself and Natta, and I became terribly. In any case, the only way was the path down, I was obliged to pass it now. NETT began the descent.
The womb has changed only in one - all side passages and branches, including the former palace, thickets, and now the way I was going on, did not leave the umbilical cord. I never met a single monster, but at times it seemed that somewhere on the verge of darkness and the shadows appear silhouettes .... Characters? NPC? Sometimes it seemed to me that I see in the shadow of the grinning Mats-Naig'on with a hole in the skull, I notice the shadow of the altered Erich's planned in the background, I see the Natta and the rest who met for the last two days and for whom I played. In the nostrils were hammered by a disgusting, it is not known where the event that took the sun, but the voices disappeared. Absolute silence, only the sounds of the character himself, dimensional, hoarse breath of the womb and my mad beating heart. It was terribly even to open the mouth and pronounce something, it seemed that the womb would hear me.
Meanwhile, Natt reached the Golden Chest. The cursor was still not, and the whole interface did not appear, so I thought about how to get the last sword from there. However, it did not need it - as soon as I led Natta to the chest, he myself, again, the animation with a non-existent in the terrariage opened it and pulled the blade from there. He looked frighteningly - he frowned with blood, insanely realistic blood, which, with each movement, dripped from the blade, giving echo in the columns. In addition, it was impossible to use it more often than once every five seconds, but the light from the blow highlighted the entire screen immediately, although it quickly faded. Armed with the last sword, the NETT continued the descent, and meanwhile restored the events in the memory of the womb with previous characters.
Natt died here, the dome, under which I was hoping to hide it, so nowhere and it was going, and the blood still flowed on his walls. Here I turned to see the very chopped head, but now the passage is overgrown with the fuel flesh. Here, something brutally killed Alice, the blood still flowed from the very place, as if the corpse did not disappear anywhere. Here the womb for the first time began to change, small tentacles also moved on the pulsating walls. And here something set in Erich and tried to attack me. With each new wave of this slow sword, not only the picture on the screen was manifested, but in my memory the image of the same place was overlooked when the womb was more normal, or something ... in any case, when I saw monsters, I was much easier. I knew who I had to beat, I had about guessing what I need to be afraid, I saw a goal. And now ... solid unknown. And it oppressed.
Suddenly, the womb is over. The passage expanded and brought me to a huge cavity, similar to an enlarged hell, in which instead of the dust blocks and hello stone were flesh and bones, and instead of lava - blood. The depthioner seem to wait until I see that it is displayed on it ?????? Feet Below disappeared with the clock, leaving me alone with darkness. I overcame a hundred thousand blocks of depth, and now it's time to find out why all this happened at all.
The cave led me to the West, but not long. After some time appeared ... Palace. The one who was in the dungeon, but altered. Each cell in it consisted of thoroughly mixed parts of people and monsters. Paul, walls, objects of the situation - absolutely everything was in their places, as in the former luxury palace, but the replacement of that beauty came the square. It was disgusting: in the walls as bricks lay hands, legs, heads, wings, bones, slugs, bats, whole parts of bosses - everything was mixed in order to create this terrible place.
Almost immediately, I went out to the main hall. Portraits in the hall were replaced on images of all my dead characters and NPC. NETT, Alice, Erich, Mats-Naig'on, all other merchants - they were all depicted on portraits as they were at the time of their death. In the farthest edge of the hall instead of the throne, there was the toughest head instead of the throne, from the forehead, and the Pupovna began, and on her back tongue, as on the throne, sat his father, boredly leaning on his hand and looking at Natt and the remains lying in front of him ...
The remains of all those who were depicted on portraits.
Father slowly stood up from his "throne", holding the same arrogant, as before, went down the steps to Nattu and spoke. I started - the voice of the father did not sound in the columns, but right in my head.
- So you came, NETT. Finally, we can finish with it. Do you have something to say before your death?
"I ... I ..." I didn't even pay attention to the fact that I did not have a microphone. And so it was clear that in order to communicate with the Father, he is not needed. I barely squeezaned myself the only question, which is then stronger than me, - K-K-Who are you?!
"And ..." he stretched out somewhat disappointed, "if you haven't guess ... in your world, I am an error of generating virtual data. Let's say this: because of the hole in the code of my world, the one who was supposed to be responsible for the troubles of the whole world. I am a call answer to the question that never came to your head simply because it is out of your borders of thinking. Who cursed the old man guarding the dungeon? Who created the dungeon itself? Where do monsters come from all over the world? How did Ktulhu contamination zones come from? For you, this is all - the fiction of the developers. For them - too. But here my world is not enough. I am a consistency of all evil, infected with the innumerable worlds that you create for your fun. And it gives me the right to some ... privileges ...
Father passed by Natta and, being behind, turned to the screen with the left side of the body, which was never rotated before. There ... there was not even darkness or lack of texture. There was an absolute, sucking emptiness, to which it was scary to touch the glass of the monitor, which seemed to absolutely everything that was near.
- That's better? - In the voice of the Father flashed by the Tolik of the Cold Mock Sadist, tormenting his sacrifice, - What do you want to know? Who is a mother what child is, why did I hurt you in the womb?
I nodded convulsively, no sound, but the father seemed to say that it was enough.
- Well, to hurry nowhere, you still do not get anywhere anywhere, - to my relief (if this word is generally applicable to the state in which I was), my father turned back to the "normal" side screen and returned to the "Throne" ", - Mother ... confess, I am surprised that you did not guessed. Mother is the whole world, and the child is my peculiar successor, which she grows through the womb created by me. But there is one small difference - I am limited by the framework of these fictional worlds, but the child is not. As soon as it appears on the light, it will be immediately in both worlds, NETT, and in yours, and in mine. It will create a new womb in your world and infects it in the same way as this infected. But it is impossible for the same world to create something that goes beyond its limits, so we needed sacrifices, NETT. Yes, sacrifices. Each of those whom you prefer to call your characters, for this world - an invader. You descended it in the womb and literally fed a mother, which with the help of the received energy raised the child. Then the inhabitants of your village became individual personalities, the result is known to you. And now, Natt, you are here, and you are the last live soul in this world. All the rest have already taken into account, to support the mother until you get here. You are the last link in my plan, NETT, and I am grateful to you for the fact that you came on time. And now, be so kind, die.
- Daughter himself! "I shouted this in a full voice, already at all at all giving myself a report in what I was doing, and Natt ran to the Father, waving the sword. With horror, I realized that I could see a smug smile on his lips, but it was too late. At that moment, when the sword was supposed to cut him in half, his father went to the background, the blade from Natta handed over the swollen movement and chopped his head with one blow. The bloody fountain broke out of the neck, and the body was ruined, but it was not the main thing ...
The screen shook and began to blink. A few bodies fell from the ceiling, and his father, throwing the sword on his shoulder, stood and looked at me with a smile, through the monitor. The last thing I was then saw - the inscription below the "The Child Was Born" and immediately hit the power button on the power block. The computer immediately and readily turned off, but this seemed to me a little. Obsessed the only idea to immediately remove the game and everything is connected with it, and it is better to simply format the disk, I turned on the computer again. He turned on without any download and immediately showed me a shaking screen with a father, walking along the remains of all my characters. He looked at me and said calmly: "Too late."
I looked at my hands. To my indescribable horror, the keyboard turned into that same organic from the womb, and the keys on it were replaced by a whole forest of sliding tentacles clutching into my fingers. The mouse was covered with bones, becoming similar to the chest, from which instead of the cord was the same umbilical. The screen broke, and the walls of the system unit turned into the walls of the womb. I shouted and rushing back, fell with a chair. At the same time, in the next room, my mother broke into the room.
- What happened?! "I could not answer anything, just poked my finger into the computer that became quite ordinary. Mad, as I then told my mother, looked around him, I jumped on my feet and, as if obsessed with something, threw the side cover with the system. Inside, I saw this time an absolutely real piece of flesh from the womb, which was formed at the site of a hard disk, who pulled his thin sliding tentacles to me. Then I, grabbing the entire systemist immediately, pulling the cords and dropping the monitor to the floor, ran up to the window and threw the system unit directly into it, knocking the glass. The systemist flew twelve floors and crashed into the car parked at thenime, and I lost consciousness on the spot.
I think you yourself understand what happened later. I was tested for the use of drugs for a long time, the mental state and as a result did not find anything, except for strong overwork and stress, aggravated by temporary permanent. I was discharged some pills, and for the third week I sit without a computer, but it was all limited. We paid compensation to the machine to the owner, but in the system desk who was searched at the time when I was in the shutdown, and did not find the hard disk, about which I was constantly delirious. The only proof that all this happened is not in delusion, the pictures that I did through the game remain. I dictate this text to my friend, because now I'm afraid to approach the computer ...
And you know what? I will not tell you "Do not play a terrarium." This is stupid, I myself understand, even from the point of view of the story, told by the Father, the quintessence of evil is generated in every world. I just want to say ... There are moments when it is worth noting a bargaining curiosity. Do not repeat my mistakes.
P.S.: Since then, I dream every night there is a womb.

What I will tell you now, happened only a few days ago and forever changed my life. Believe all this or not - entirely and completely your right. I myself, remembering the details of the events and constituting out of the last pieces a complete picture of what happened, could doubt the clarity of your own mind, but the flash drive, which I am now, I don't get into my hand, in the afternoon and at night, serves the only and indisputable Proof of what I have not got crazy. Is it a happy confluence of the circumstances, the blessing of whether the gods in which I never believed, whether the case was blind - I still don't know what I was saved ... However, quite empty words, we turn to business.
The first day:
My name is ... And, however, it does not matter, because it will be not so much about me. It is enough just to mention that I am a student of almost the third course, one of many who now gives up the latest exams and closes their debts. I am not a diligent student, not proud college, but a regular guy, still living with a mother, who loving sit at the computer, digging on Facebook "E or hanging in some new toy. Recently, I got carried away by the game Terraria and sometimes spent whole The evenings are out of the excavations of the complexes of the caves and removes huge and luxurious locks on the surface. I have already turned off the Internet for two weeks, and there was nothing to pay for it, so I fought with the skeletons and other computer evil, without having the opportunity to escape the desired Multiplayer and participate in some large-scale project. Acknowledged, it didn't really care, but it was still boring, so when my friend, whose name does not play a special role in my story, called me and told about the release version 1.0 .5, excitedly listing the most lackings from the list of changes, I immediately asked him to bring me a game on the flash drive. As it turned out, I made a huge mistake.
The next day, twenty-fourth June, I have already thrown a new hacked version of the game on a computer and the edge of the ear heard the "valuable tips" of a friend, spied by him in the official preview. Having waited until he leaves and leave me alone with the welcome game, I launched the client, I granted a look at the inscription "1.0.5" in the lower left corner of the window and went into a single game. All cards and characters from 1.0.4 were already carefully packed by me in the zip archive and removed from the corresponding folders so that I could start a new world from scratch. I click on the "Create Character" I quickly created a completely ordinary character - a guy, chatene, in a bright green jacket, blue pants and brown boots, with standard skin color. Naturally, the first thing I wanted to try out a new level of difficulty, so I changed it to hardcore without the slightest thought.
The character I called the first to come to the name, Matt, but the finger of the treacherously jumped off the key and instead of M wrote N. I clapped for a continuation earlier than I managed to notice my mistake, so the character was named NATT. I didn't want to create and paint the character again, so I started creating a world by choosing an average size. The game, a strange thing, did not even ask how I want to call the world created, but I didn't upset this, but I didn't even leave the name standard. Last minute, the world was created and automatically called "! Born". Surprised by this strange name, more similar to the LED Generation LED, I started the game.
The first thing that I rushed into my eyes after loading the world was absolutely terrible generation. Friend, of course, warned me that at 1.0.5 Blue, something did something with the generation of worlds, which was why they were much less beautiful than before, but I was still ready for such a stripping change. Evaluating the new features of the guide and disgraced by him about the appointment of any nonsense, like an acorns or wooden crossbar, I switched to the turmoil construction of the hut for the first night. In the process of cutting a tree, it was found that in the west of the spa, just in two screens from it, there is an infected zone that for a while closed the way to the west. Soon the hut was built, however, rather for the form, since Nett was constant for her walls all night, hesitating off the spear from persistent zombies and collecting the desired fifty silver. The next game day went to the construction of small houses for the guide and the expected NPC, and then the usual study of the world, the search for weapons, the extraction of ore and battle with endless monsters began.
During this time, NETT died several times, and every time after his death, the game threw me to the main menu, from where, by repeating it from the list of characters, it was possible to start the game on the spa without all its equipment. Then I was quite sure that it should be so, and the exits to the main menu after death is just part of the hardcore regime planned by the developers.

NETT in a finally complete village. I decided to try out the potion of gravity and filmed the result.
After a few playing days and the out-of-game hours I already had DRIADA in the village, and Nett was dressed in shadow armor, so I put an attack on Skeletron and the ruin of the dungeon, after which it could be descended to the hell with a clean soul to build a farm for Alchemical needs and just enjoy in-game all-game. Since the map was already on the east, I went to the Ocean, I went to the West, on the way, devastating infected zones and killing the worms-eyed to the destruction of the shadow balls. After some time, the dungeon was discovered, but ...
It looked strange. First, there was no extension-colonnade, in which I was usually met skeleton. Just the tower over the entrance to the ground, inside which the damned old man was tired, instead of his usual "Come Back Again At Night If You Wish to Enter" speaking to me "Come Back Again At Night If You Wish to See My Master". I found it a hint that inside the dungeon I am waiting for me a new boss, added by developers in 1.0.5, and was only surprised that a friend did not mention him.
Secondly, which is much more important, going out of the depths of the dungeon and makes any way through the prolonged roof of the tower, an unknown stalk of a strange, bodily species rose to me. He was a texture in the background, but the hook was clinging for him, so I,, weighed by curiosity, climbed up, find out where this stem leads. Blocks through three hundred when I almost assured that the stem is exceptionally decorative and much more interesting discoveries are waiting for me at the bottom of the dungeon, the theme of the world has changed, the rear background became a little darker, and the sky became bad red. By analogy with the "bloody moon", I immediately occurred to the "bloody sun", which quite accurately described the appearance of the world. In the columns, there was some unintelligible noise similar to someone's quiet muttering, but also this detail I mentally took the desire of developers to make the new location unknown to me as much atmospheric as possible.

Entrance to the dungeon, Pupovina.
After a couple of lifting screens up, I shuddered, seeing what a hook was attached. It was a huge, twisted and baked embryo, the size of a flying island, but consisting not from individual blocks, and solid, like all monsters and bosses of the Terraria. For a second, I froze, feeling the rapid beat of my own heart and literally persuading myself to gather my thoughts and climb even higher to visit the back of the embryo. In the end, on the eyes of Ktulhu, I had about the same reaction at my time, that's just he attacked me, and this embryo ... he ... I didn't do anything to a smooth account, only the chest was measured and lowered at rhythmic, calm breathing. Right yourself, I climbed into a few jumps on the embryo and, traveling on his back and not finding an even account anything interesting, hit him on the sample.
There was a terrible cry, almost the most loud and shrill, which I ever heard, and Natt literally ripped into pieces without any reasons for that. I frightened from the monitor with the chair, translating my breath. It's right to developers to finish with Lovekraft horrors, I thought, the more so sudden. The game came to the main screen again, and I, reached for the mouse, clicked on the "single game" and, to visit the Mouse on Natta, once again stolen. Goosebumps ran through my back, and Pota drops were made on his forehead - Nett changed. He has suffered, pale, his clothes came out, and their eyes became dim, as if he had not seen white light for many years, while imprisoned somewhere deep underground. I barely forcing himself to put yourself first in his name, and then on the name of the world, I leaned back on the back of the chair, mentally assumed myself that the developers simply moved with the realism of their next monster. As soon as the world booted, I was surprised once again, although I thought it was ready for whatever weird.
My little village looked as if for these two minutes my absence in the world was at least a century. There were bars in the walls, the web was hung in places, almost all objects of the situation, except the chests, disappeared, and in the whole village there was no NPC. However, soon I found this reason - a little east of the village appeared a small cemetery with an indication of the names of all my merchants, a guide, driad and nurses, although, of course, before these names were not mentioned anywhere. Oddly enough, this item reassured me - I believed that all this is just a tricky and convincing trick of developers. And when after a couple of minutes, all NPC came to my village again, each of whom was not different from the previous ones, I finally assured the right thing of my theory.

Aged NETT in a destroyed village.

NETT at the cemetery next to the already restored country.
Two more game days I left for the restoration of all my outfit, after which it was decided to go back to the dungeon. Having reached him, I immediately, without giving myself time on thinking, headed for an old man. Despite the fact that there was a late night, he still told only the "The Call Me Old Man" and, as it turned out, did not interfere with my promotion. Leaving an obviously buggy NPC on the surface and realizing that I was not destined to see the clothing merchant, I went down to the dungeon. Over the entire vertical mine, the very umbilical cord was hung up on me bad thoughts about what waiting for me at the other end. In the three lateral branches of the main tunnel, I did not find anything interesting, and only at the bottom, where, leaving the umbilical cord, the chains of Catacombs were diverged in all parties, I began to carry with prey. Catching off the skeletons and flying skulls, I used to robbed the chest, weighing in the mind that it would be for me to take with me, and what to leave, and, unnoticed for myself, moving farther and further to the west.
At some point, I realized that the situation had changed entirely. Now I wanted to call this place not to the dungeon, but a palace. The floor and the walls were laid out of the two-colored blocks that were never seen by me, the pictures of vague content were hanging on the floor, the sofas were standing, long dining tables made of carved black wood, vases with flowers, huge crystal chandeliers hung under the ceiling, and all this was depicted Up to the smallest details, which only allows maximum resolution of items. I hardly, I am unlikely, if I say that I had a notion, as it is cracked at least one of the objects we saw. All my attempts to break with a hammer or explosive at least something guaranteed to be crowned with a failure. Enemies have also changed - people came to replace the skeletons, as if they would have randomly generated players with accidentally issued game weapons. Midks, magicians, archers and demolitions - all of them the same crowd attacked me, behaving much smarter than the usual AI, as if ... as if I really played against living people.

Path to the Palace generated by "Monsters".
Finally, my path rested in the last huge room like a throne room, on the walls of which in the gold-plated frames hung portraits of people unknown to me. In the western edge of the Hall on the Golden throne, someone was sitting, whom, if you believe the pop-up inscription, the name was Father, The Father. In his presence, all the enemies attacking me immediately became neutral and hurriedly left the throne hall, as if fear of their own, without any doubt, the lord. The father got up from the throne and, slowly going down the steps, went to Nattu and began the conversation. From all other beings of the Terrarian, it was distinguished by the incredible detailing of actions - he Morgall, frequently gestrated when communicating, realistic rearranged his legs, even sometimes thoughtfully scolded his own beard, and at the same time did not look like a sshring scene.
When he spoke to me, a wide window of the dialogue opened. Not a thin band with harvested text at the top of the screen, and a wide interface on which words manifested one by one, as if the father dictated to their invisible handuscript. Instead of the buttons to continue or the end of the conversation there was a small field at the bottom, in which it was possible to write anything and the ENTER-Ohm to answer the Father. At that moment I did not even occur to try to write something that does not make sense or on the L33T back to check how my "interlocutor" reacts to it, I was too scared and excited to all what was happening to me.
Father in foggy expressions told me that the embryo over the tower is the devilish child, which should be killed for the good of the whole world, and kill who is possible only if it is descended even lower, in some womb to find the base of the umbilical cord and cut it there. Any my questions about his identity father ignored, but one question was still answered - "What happens if I do not do this?". Father turned face to the screen, looking straight on me, and said you will die. At that moment it seemed to me that I would even hear his voice, uttering these simple words, which, however, frightened me much stronger than even a terrible find in the sky. They, and I now understood that for sure, let and refused to believe it, was not addressed to my character, namely, to me sitting in front of the screen and tremble from fear. And again, I hardly calmed myself with thoughts that all this is part of beautiful and very convincing innovations, the quest from the NPC, although a large number of witnesses seen did not give me peace.
Father fell silent and no longer said a word, not responding to numerous questions that I tried to ask him. I did not have anything else, how to return through the discontinued corridors of the palace back to the dungeon, tormented by vague and bad premonition. Having reached the umbilical cord, I felt a strong, spontaneous desire to close and remove the game, once and for all, to never go to her anymore and not to tell anyone what exactly happened to me today. Unfortunately, then I was able to replicate this desire, once again convincing myself that nothing had happened that in theory could not be added to the developers in the new version, and began to go down the umbilical cord.
After some time, the descent began to occur already really strange things. First, the dungeon melody gradually subsided and changed to the one that sounded when I saw that embryo. Secondly, the usual monsters disappeared, and in the columns they began to constantly sound those rustling sounds, which are usually played when worms or bones of dragons appear, although no one has appeared similarly. Gradually, the blocks, of which consisted of the passage already seemed to me endlessly, became more and more often replaced with new, unknown me, more similar to half-dimensional, realistic greenish flesh, and over time and the rear background was changed to a constantly pulsating pale fabric with trembling green veins. . It even seemed to me that I could feel the sickening smell emanating from this strange place, although now I am almost sure that it did not seem to me.
Without a doubt, it was a womb, that's just the umbilical cord not going to end. It became really scary to me - I was going to play a "sandbox" today, to move the bosses, experiment with innovations and features, in a word, entertain enough, but not to erupt bricks by machine-gun queue. On the other hand, until a certain point, it was really interesting, I wanted to go through this unexpected quest and finally assuct that there were no oddities in the game. Alas, it did not happen.
Over time in the womb, finally, monsters appeared. They squirmishly different from all other monsters of the game - solid pieces of overly realistic meat, each time different, some were many times the character and could only crawl on the tunnels, some, on the contrary, were a few pixel and fleames. When you hover the cursor on any of them, neither the name nor the number of lives was not indicated during blows the number of damage incurred (although killing monsters was possible, let and very problematic), and the only mold from these creatures was torn off parts of the body. Subsequently, I showed them by Guide, who, as soon as I tried to move limbs, heads or internal organs in his crafting assistance window, immediately and quickly went as far as possible from the character, until he was shot dead in the nearest pit or did not die anyhow way.
As I move down, the womb showed two more strange qualities. When I finally suspected that as for the average in the size of the world, which I created, this tunnel goes too deep, and came to the womb with an equipped depth meter, he stubbornly showed "????? Feet Below, "smoldering afterwards on the surface. Once dressed in the womb of the depthioner instead of all the numbers began to show question marks, defining only the number of numbers and the level "above-below." However, the five-digit depth rate is already really frightened. Even big cards ended in the depths of five thousand blocks, and here the average is already more than ten thousand ...
The second and most frightening of the newest oddities of this place was that the lower the NETT descended, the less any of its light sources shone. Approximately twenty thousand blocks, if I was not mistaken in the calculations, nothing could dispersed the darkness that wrapped around this place. Torch, glowing lamps, water candles, discarded fallen stars, miner ventilation, spells, night vision potions, meteorite armor, shots from a space gun - nothing. It was necessary to move in a pitch darkness, and only every two-three-three-screen screens were the blue wandering lights, unpatched similar to those that deep-water fish lure the gullible fish lesson. It was really scary - to move under the quiet "music" of this place and the rustle of invisible worms in the walls, jumping through the dark spaces in which the next unknown monsters were waiting for me, frightened to the lights and translate the breath between these jerks. Pupovina, sometimes falling into the lighting zone "Fireless", still pointed to me that I was moving along the right path. Soon one of the fireflies, I found a golden chest, in which there was three night "s edge and one, called Mystery Blade, similar to Muramas. When I tried to take it, the" Not YET "inscription was highlighted at the screen. From the chest it was possible To get only one Night's edge, however, I had enough with my head. As it turned out, only the wave of this blade could disseminate the darkness of the womb, and from now on the "fireflies" ceased to come across my way down.
At that moment I was finally able to break away from the game. It was already dark outside the window, although I started playing early in the morning, and I suddenly realized that I did not eat anything and did not drink anything else. Returning to the last "Fireflock" and, just in case, by building around themselves, the wooden dome made around themselves, I turned the game and got up. The lips were dry, and the heart of treacherously knew loudly when I was frightened by every rustle, went out into the kitchen to make at least a sip of the water and snack the sleep with a cooked sandwich. Mom has not yet returned from work, so empty, the dark apartment looked in the light of recent events looked frighteningly. I did not have time and pour a glass of water, as a terrible cry came from the room, exactly the same as I heard then, on the embryo. I literally felt my hair on my head stood on end and, toring the glass, ran back to the room.
The game was deployed on the whole screen, and the inscription "You Were Slain ..." burned in the middle of the monitor. The dome, built by me, was from the inside spanish with blood, which looked like a real, staining along wooden walls and measly dripping from a low ceiling. The floor was littered with an unnecessary detailed limbs and internships, and something ineffable flashed on the back background, after which the game immediately flew to the main menu. With a trembling hand, I soldered a mouse and, without any desire, mechanically clicked on the "Single Player". NETT disappeared.
At that moment I was close to shut from horror. As one last straw can break the back of the camel and this detail, it seemed to be enough for me to finally happier. I have shut off the computer with a blow to the power button on the system unit, and drinking a double dose of the soothing-sleeping bag, I tried to lie down and fall asleep to understand the morning that all this was a dream or my playing imagination. The nightmares were dreaming, as if my room became part of the womb: the walls were pulsed by the streaks of the body-blue veins, something disgusting and frightening was kept in the corner, and the very umbilical was stretched out of the monitor screen ... I woke up twice in the cold sweat, Included the lamp and reassured himself for a long time.
Second day:
Is it worth saying that the next morning I did not have a smooth account of any desire to play "Terraria"? Not even including the computer, I dressed, had breakfast and went out to breathe fresh air to dispel a little. This walk has worked on me soothing - against the background of the beautiful immutability of the real world yesterday's virtual horrors seemed contrived and petty, so I decided to call a friend who brought me a game, and tell me everything happened. He listened to me with an excited interest - he himself was not yet played at 1.0.5, having spent all yesterday to fight with the viruses who flooded his computer, but perceived everything that happened to me just as I wanted to understand and I, that is, how simple Thoughtful quest from the developers. In the end, curiosity overpowered fear and I, returning home, turned on the game again.
NETT really disappeared, so I did not have anything else, except to create a new character, black girl Alice. "! Born" boot and I continued to play. There has not changed anything in the world, the NPC walked aimlessly along the restored village, occasionally wrestling in the cemetery, which I never decided to demolish ...
Cemetery ... Something in it attracted my attention, something I remembered such that could help me ... Tombstones! In the same way, there was a tombstone at the death site of Natt, and it should have been written on it, how he died! Not that I would doubt the fact that it was some kind of "Backgrand" creature, it just became damn interesting to know what would be written there. Plus, about the same place remained a chest with swords, without which it did not want to continue the descent, and it was not possible, because the hell knows how much time would have to go down the lower.
Armed with reserves that prudently kept in the chest in the case of another unexpected death, I was going to go to the dungeon, as suddenly late discovered that it was completely deprived of the potions of health. Returned to the merchant, talked to him, went on the trading menu, missed and, already stopping the conversation, I realized that something was wrong. Repeated and froze - "Ah, They Will Tell Tales of Natt Some Day". I did not know how to understand it seemed to be a merchant was aware of the death of Natt and as if I hinted at something ... However, from the next appeal everything became in its place - "NATT, IS IT? I'Ve Heard Good Things, Friend! " The merchant, apparently, took my character for Natt because of some kind of glitch. However, not only the merchant, but also all the other NPC, each of which appeared "personal" appeals to the player - "Hey, Natt, Wanna BUY A BIG FREAKING GUN, HUH?" , "My God, Natt, Were You Bathing in Lava?!", "NATT? Such a Good Name ... I'll Name My Next Bomb N.A.t.t.! " and the like.
The glitch was insignificant, but it was enough to ensure that there was no good premonition in my soul. Completely armed, I went to the West again and, having reached the entrance to the "Dungeon", began a long descent. This time, as it seemed to me, the blocks of the womb began much closer to the palace, the sooner, as if it had increased in size, entering the blocks of stone and the dungeon bricks, and it was scarecrow. In addition to the depthomer, I had a clock with me. Immediately after the entrance to the womb, they were smoldered and stopped showing time, displaying only "WO: MB", "Hæ: LL" and "PA: TH", depending on where the Alice was at the moment.
"Dark" in the womb This time it became clearly earlier than in the previous one, and ominous music in the background was gradually done louder and more clearly. Through the voices of some string tool, the grooves and low notes of some string tool, which were associated with sinners from the second range of Dante hell, began to break through the dumping voices that were associated with sinners from shiver. They were heard before, but now it was exactly the bigger than the simple sound of the environment. At the same time, as far as I could see in the dim light of "lanterns", with the back background, the womb was happening. It seemed that some faces or parts of the bodies began to manifest themselves on it, but, as I did not look very much, I could not finally make sure that this is not the fruit of my despayed fantasy.
I continued the descent, and the monsters became more realistic and terrible. Having tried for the sake of interest to go into a dark side tunnel, leaving from the central path with the umbilical cord, I almost immediately came across something that brought me one and a half hundred damage with one blow and jumping around, chaotically dropped a sword. Immediately, as if I mock, one firefly flew out of the central tunnel, illuminating my enemy. They turned out to be a gigantic heeded head without a lower jaw and with a strained long language, which was so realistically drawn, that I felt the vomit of the call and the jerk turned away from the screen, just no longer see her. When I finally coping with myself, turned back to the screen again, my head was no longer, only a dead end from the same pulsating flesh and rushing back "Firefly". Stay in a dark corridor, especially after what happened, I didn't want to be at all, so I returned to the umbilical cord and continued to go down.
Soon I got to the place where Natt died. Everything remained in its places - a golden chest, an improvised dome, who did not save the character from death, his part of the bodies, blood everywhere, gravestone ... at the sight of this spectacle, despite the fact that everything was drawn, it became bad. Bodies disappear after death? In the terraria, because there is no such realism of the murders? There is no blood in it? Damn it, is it all the game?!
I took myself in my hands. Yes, this is a game. Yes, the realism of deaths is a feature from developers, as well as all this place. Yes, I already tired of fooling myself with this stupid excuse, but what else could I say? Everything that happened to me and my characters, it was quite possible to justify the logic of developers, although some intuitive part of my reason and resisted this thought. Alice approached the tombstone, and I read the cause of the death of Natta.
"NATT HAS BEEN TAKEN BY MOTHER"
What?! Damn knows what time for the last two days I was covered with panic fear, I wanted to immediately get out of the game, remove it and never remember about my failed journey through the womb, but I did not have enough courage. Foolish, absurd thoughts were spinning in my head, I imagined what would happen if I didn't kill the child, what my father warned me, I imagined me, the present, night pulse walls or what is worse ...
Stop.
Among everything I smelled to me, madness made it one point of intelligible thought. Father, child, womb and mother. These names, despite their simplicity, were not exactly random, there was some secret in them until the meaning was not at least me. And if the father, child and the womb, I have already seen, then who is such a mother, I did not have the slightest concept. My rationalistic ego clearly said that it would be a boss at the bottom of the womb, for which the whole frightening quest is committed, it has already drawn me a giant worm or something like that, from which the umbilical cord begins, but this is only the trouble - this place is not Submitted to rational judgment. More precisely, it was subordinate, of course, but as if we would disguise under reality, so as not to issue their essence. From these thoughts I was even worse, but it was necessary to continue.

One of the numerous shots of the womb. Everyone was unfortunate, and sometimes they did not coincide with the outlines with the place I tried to remove. On the shot of Alice with Night "s Edge.
I got another night from the chest "s edge, and, illuminating his way with his waving a way, continued to go down the umbilical cord, knocking off from the" organic "monsters. Several times I wanted to stop and, if you do not get out of the game, then at least go to kitchen and snack something edible. At the same time, it seemed to me, I had already sank at good forty thousand feet below the sea level, and return to Spaun or, even more so, to build a dome around myself and put the game for a pause me for sure I did not want, so, struggling with hunger, thirst and fatigue, I continued and continued to descend. The voices in the back background became even louder, overlapping the music already. They were droven with each other in the language that I could not define even about it. It was More similar to the imitation of hrictest ladies than human speech, and the moans turned into sobs in sobs, crying and, sometimes, even cries of pain. I muffled the column so that my mother did not hear strange sounds through two walls, but it did not particularly help.
Suddenly everything has changed. The screen jerked, for a second, the wonder again lit and, although at first glance nothing has changed, I almost immediately noticed that the rear background was deformed and as if she was dragging to the place where Alice was located. I was afraid and ran down even faster, without staying in place and for a second, but it was something in the background was faster. The voices stopped drunk and tightened a long, long note, first low, like a hum of cello, then everything rises and rising, until finally, did not move into a shrill and scary scream. At the bottom of the screen, "IT's Wrath Has Awoken" was highlighted, and the flesh of the womb in the background was twisted, something big was separated from her, several times more character, loyal, with steel sharp teeth and, having increased almost all of the backshell screen, closed their jaws On Alice, after which he immediately disappeared. Simultaneously with the terrible and insanely realistic creak of closed jaws, the voices were silent, breaking the high note.
I, frozen, stared with glazed eyes into the monitor, can not even move before this spectacle. When everything was over, I ruined the squeezed fists to the pain and stretched to the keyboard, to understand what happened, but Alice did not move as I wanted to. She, turned to the left side of the screen, slowly swayed, as if retained the balance on one left foot, after which it was suddenly impossible for realism for the terrariage, the animation turned to the screen with the other side and fell. She had no whole right half of the body, which it was bitten by something, and it was possible to see absolutely everything, insides, bones, a skull cross section, everything was damn realistically, as if the real man was cut out perfectly smooth blade, photographed and made it a body texture for Alice ... In the middle of the screen, the inscription "You Were Slain ..." and, a second, one more - "... Again ...", after which the game again flew to the main menu. Alice disappeared from the list of characters.
My heart knew so that it seemed to break the chest or would break it at all, without preparing such a tempo, but my thoughts were empty. It seemed some kind of quiet hysteria - I would like to dismissed myself, without thoughts and experiences, while I had to die from fear. Probably, at that moment my nerves could not stand the entire load, and I was captured by this devilish. Whatever it was, I thought, and what would it be worth it, but I must reach the end. Everything is also detached, I went into a single game, created a new character, an old man named Erich, downloaded! Born and continued the game.
Here my mind returned to me, instantly enveloped the sticky of the web of fear. Now, it seemed, not only the game as if I didn't want to let me go, but I became dependent on the mystery that I expected me at the end. In the world, as far as I saw, nothing has changed, so I, still insanely frightened what happened, began to arm Erich. Traders still took the character for Natt, but now they became more careful, incredulous. Until a certain time, I took it for the fruit of my own sweeping imagination, which adjusted fantasies for reality, but then ...
Then something unexpected happened. Scrappet Phoenix Blaster (yes, by this time I already visited hell and made sure that it was impossible to get through it in the womb, as well as omitted below the usual edge of the card), I first waited a meteorite fall for a long time to make cartridges from it, but Then, never waiting, headed for a weapon merchant to buy it, though bad, but still no matter what-no cartridges. Already when, when I conversation with him, I had the same window as in a conversation with my father, I clearly realized that something terrible would happen now.
- NATT? .. Stop ... You're Not Natt. YOU'RE NOT! - Words printed one by one, as if the merchant uttered them, - What Have You Done? I ... I Know ... Gods' Pain ... Blood ... Womb ... They're All Gonna Pay ... They're All Gonna Die, Natt, Can You Hear Me?! THEY'RE ALL GONNA DIE !!! And You, Devil Child, You Will Be The First One!
Extremely painted movement, he snatched, apparently, from the pile holster a gun, shook the shutter, and twice shot in the head of Erich. I shuddered - the sounds were not at all those that they were usually. Not a miserable picking of a weak toy pistol, but real, loud and walking shots, accompanied by a clearly audible descent from the fuse and the sound of fallen sleeves. Puli passed through Erich, without causing him any harm and crashing into the wall, and the weapon trader attacked, lowering the weapon. For a second, I saw a real, genuine horror on his face, and in still an open window was added "WELL THEN ...". The window closed, and the merchant, unfolding, ran through the open doors of the houses, in each of them giving a few bullets in their inhabitants. Sounds of shots were distributed from the columns of literally machine-gun queue, and at the bottom of the screen appeared lettering "Matha-Naeg'on Killed Clayton Brawl", Emilio Consigliori Had Tasted Matha-Naeg'on's Deal, "Airwing Skyslide Has Been Shooted by Matha-Naeg'on "And the like. I ran after him, on running horror inspecting the results of the real massacre, which Mats learned in just a few seconds. The bullets were accurately found their victims, the blood was already copiously equipped the walls, objects of the situation, sometimes whole sorted pieces of meat lay next to the immovable corpses. Sitting throughout all at home, I realized that the fucking merchant was in the cemetery.

The last removed shot, Erich and Mats-Nag "he
In the morning twilight, when the moon had already disappeared behind the horizon, and the sun had not yet come out, Mats-Nag "He was kneeling at the very long grave, whispering something under his nose, and his ineffective whisper came from the speakers. Instantly I understood that I already heard this whisper in the depths of the womb, among dozens of other frightening monologues. Mats-Nag "he took out the clip from the gun, examined her, clearly said" The Last One "and, after looking around her shoulder on Erich, put a blow to his mouth and Click on the trigger. Blood, ahead with brains, meat and fragments of the skull, jet flew out of his nape, and Mats himself, turning the gaping wound to the screen, fell on the side and froze.
"NOW ALL OF THEM ARE DEAD, NATT" - Bezen appeared at the bottom of the screen.
The sun did not boost, and the twilight sky acquired a bloody shade. Time froze, and now even just a spratched watch showed only "PA: TH." However, I was still. A separate section of time simply fell out of my memory, and I came to myself only when Erich stood at the entrance to the dungeon, which already ceased to be such. Now each block, formerly brick, became part of the same organic, from which the womb was consisted, and the clock was already at the entrance immediately switched to WO: MB. Obviously, the dungeon simply stopped exist, becoming part of the womb.
Going down to the place where the palace began before, I ventured to move away from the umbilical cord and go to the West, in order to see my father again. All those randomly generated characters who attacked me here before have changed significantly. Now they looked as if they were laughing their own bodies from the torn slices of their own bodies, and weapons from her usual replaced with bloodied hooks, similar to medieval torture guns. Each of these walking dead has been whispered something that I have already heard exactly in the dance of the votes pursuing me in the womb. When, finally, I broke through my way to the throne room, everything looked drastically differently - portraits of aristocrats on the walls changed to sprites of those organic monsters, which I met in the womb, all the objects of the setting were half rotted, and on the place where there was before Father's throne, the tower of a torn jaw towered. It is no longer able to withstand this sight, and barely restraining before not shouting at the entire apartment, I, without stopping, rushed to the umbilical cord, continuing his descent and not imagine my own goal. Already blindly focusing in almost immediately surrounding me in the dark, I got to the very golden chest, where Natt died, and opened it. Inside lay one "Night's Edge" and all the same "Mystery Blade". The latter was still impossible to pick up, so, armed with the remaining Night "s edge, Erich continued to move deep into the womb, illuminating the way with brief outbreaks from the crash of the weapon.
After, as far as I understood, fifty thousand depth blocks, the cursor disappeared from the screen, and soon all other interface elements, leaving only a blank screen with a character and wicker. Escape no longer opened the inventory, and the selected items were not highlighted in the pop-up inscription. Monsters from the back background, like the one who killed Alice, continued to appear at great depths, but I just immediately developed the tactics against them - first I left as far as possible, then I changed the direction sharply and rose up. Deadly bites passed by, let such maneuvers and slow down my promotion down. Some side tunnels previously encountered in the womb partially threw the flesh, although they could get into them, if desired, it was quite possible, but the desire itself did not arise me.
Approximately from seventy thousand blocks of depth of monsters from the back plan stopped appearing. It seemed that the game realized that I would not take it now, and now I quickly produced a different tactics. At a certain moment, the voice was styled, and there was a rustling and chasing to change, clearly sounded for me as the sound of a rotting meat, which thrown into the mouth of the celoded dogs, and the surface of the blocks that organize the tunnel began to change. Almost immediately, I noticed that the Organic began to move, as if she was covered with thousands of small felts, and at first raising the pulsating movement of the walls there was some kind of synchronicity and pattern. Now this place was similar to a living organism, striving to absorb the opponent invading him.
Soon, embarrassing growths began to appear on the walls of the womb, the tentacles were lengthened, and herself first simply a pulsating flesh of the beginning to rhythmically shudder like muscles. From somewhere there was a quiet squinting sound, with each repeat it became louder and louder, until it turned, finally, in a distinct inhuman cry. Something, apparently, approached the depths of the tunnel, and the walls of the womb responded to every cry of this unknown creature. The screen began to flash, and it was absolutely impossible to determine whether the womb was temporary or the monitor itself, and the "white noise" was held between the scraps along the edges of the screen. Because of too loud noises, I tried to turn off the speakers, but the switch itself, it seemed to be, and to get myself to tear myself away from the screen and remove the cord from the outlet, I just could not. However, did not want.
And again, at the peak of the treated cry, an indecent shadow swept behind Erich. More precisely, she seemed to join him from the back plan, and I lost control over the character. Erich jerked convulsively and somehow unnaturally slowly turned to the screen. His mouth silently moved, as if Erich tried to say something, but I could not read anything on my lips, as I did not try. Suddenly, the old man arched with all the body and, with a terrifying ease, running his hands into the chest, ripped it with the disgustingly realistic sound of the sound and breaking bones. But instead of the insides, a skeleton or something else, inside there was only a pulsating darkness, the black of the very black color, which, as if reluctantly, released a thin tentacle from the chest was still standing old man, and launched them into all his rest. Erich broke away from the place where it was caught something, slowly climbed into the air and began to change. The legs lengthened and covered with hipged growths, an additional couple of limbs increased from the shoulders, like the sickles of the mantomol, whether there were folded wings, the head was drawn to the conceded torso, and in the middle of the former chest, he had an eye with three pupils, each of which, moving independently of the rest, rolled across the screen, almost immediately focusing on ... me? The fact that I had just been to my character, tied up, gathered in a lump and rushed right on the screen, instantly increase in size. The last thing I saw this time, was stretched to the paw screen, on the palm of which thousands of small and insanely sharp teeth rolled the mouth. "Finally, You Were Slain ..." - highlighted on a black screen, and the game again flew to the main menu. The shine did not move in it, the sky acquired the same red shade, the music disappeared, replaced by the overall hum of the votes of the womb, and the only point was "See the End".
Probably, I was still in a state of the strongest stress - only this can be explained by the fact that the hand stretched not to the computer shutdown button or the monitor, not to the cord that comes from the outlet to the power supply, not to the phone, but to the mouse to clazz The only possible option. I just had no strength to scream, and I myself did not notice, to my pain my tongue my tongue and now convulsively shook my salted blood. It was shaking, it seemed that every cell of my body, the fear completely occupied my consciousness and took possession of my thoughts. Not fear of something clear, before the realism of what is happening with my characters, no, but the animal fear of unknown, before what awaits me at the bottom of the womb.
But it was the end. Even if there was nothing in the main menu of the game, and the last blade, "Mystery Blade", would not be waiting for me on the way to the womb, I would still have a crystal clarity that it would be my last descent in the womb, just felt would. And now I was just obliged to find out how it will end. Do not get me wrong: if I saw myself from the side, I would have forced myself to remove the game and forget about her, but one thing was observed from the side, and something else is to participate in this.
The world boot immediately, even without creating a new character and downloads. The character turned out to be Nett, such as he was from the very beginning, without any armor. The interface never appeared, and to open the inventory or chests was simply impossible. The world is still "stuck" at the stage of the bloody twilight, in the village did not change anything with an even account of anything, the Body NPC, not disappearing anywhere, lay in their places in unchanged, extremely realistic poses, and their blood still covered the walls and the floor. NETT was equipped very strange - a tool appeared in his hands when he was needed. If I, sitting behind the screen, I wanted to use a hook, then Natt did, if I wanted to shoot - shot, if you beat the sword - Bil, dig - I dug. He literally guess all my thoughts, even when I tried to use a tool or weapon not for its intended purpose.
However, the amendment. It was simply impossible to use tools or weapons. Three changes have happened all over the world: absolutely all monsters were missing from it, both ordinary and organic, and sides of the pulsating flesh began to appear under the ground, exactly the same, from which womb. It was impossible to rebuild the world - even the usual blocks of the Earth were not broken by an unknown from where the chick taken chick. The only thing that remained workers and unchanged was a hook, to which I had to resort several times on the way to the former dungeon. In addition, the clock was constantly equipped with Natte, now everywhere showing WO: MB, and the depth heel.
I went to the womb, at the same time examining what this world turned into. His corrosion came from the womb of the infection - where she was in contact with the surface, instead of grass they grew by the very sheath processes, and the trees turned into twisted fines of the color of raw meat. Infected reservoirs acquired a crimridge shade, as if were filled with ... blood? I didn't even want to think about it in order not to go crazy. Instead of one of the hills, on the way to the West, I discovered a huge pile of the mechanical meat, to which he did not even risk touching, having applied to his wooden dome. And, as already mentioned, monsters were missing around the world.
It scarecrow even more than those incredible horrors molding in the darkness of the womb. If any monster could be tried to explain how the AI, then, for the void, the gloomy and determination of this world, it seemed that someone's cold and cruel reason was hidden, who set the play in which I was given the role of the victim. Then I could not even approximately imagine how I was right in these terrible and turmoil thoughts.
When I got to the entrance to the former dungeon, I suddenly wanted to see the child. Pupovina still grew through the roof of the organic tower and clinging to her with a hook, Natt climbed up. It was no longer an embryo. When I saw him for the first time, he occupied four screens in a total amount as a flying island, but now ... now he occupied more space and looked like a fully formed human baby. He was ready to be born, but just that he meant his birth to this world and, which is more important, for me? ..
I could not stay on it. It was just ... disgusting, or what? Natt jumped down, I did not even think about what he could break. However, this did not happen - the infected blocks near the tower were as if, stopping the fall of Natta, and after a second, he pushed him out. The womb does not want me to die, I thought then, she prepared me completely different death. I caught myself on the fact that I already identify myself and Natta, and I became terribly. In any case, the only way was the path down, I was obliged to pass it now. NETT began the descent.
The womb has changed only in one - all side passages and branches, including the former palace, thickets, and now the way I was going on, did not leave the umbilical cord. I never met a single monster, but at times it seemed that somewhere on the verge of darkness and the shadows appear silhouettes .... Characters? NPC? I seemed to me that I see in the shadow of grinning Mats-Nag "She with a hole in the skull, notice the shadow of the altered Erich, I see the shadow of the Natta and the rest who met for me over the past two days and for whom I played. In Nostrils The disgusting, it is unknown from where the event that took the fake, but the voices disappeared. Absolute silence, only the sounds of the character himself, dimensional, hoarse breath of the womb and my beaches a beating heart. It was scary even to open the mouth and say something that seemed that the womb would hear me .
Meanwhile, Natt reached the Golden Chest. The cursor was still not, and the whole interface did not appear, so I thought about how to get the last sword from there. However, it did not need it - as soon as I led Natta to the chest, he myself, again, the animation with a non-existent in the terrariage opened it and pulled the blade from there. He looked frighteningly - he frowned with blood, insanely realistic blood, which, with each movement, dripped from the blade, giving echo in the columns. In addition, it was impossible to use it more often than once every five seconds, but the light from the blow highlighted the entire screen immediately, although it quickly faded. Armed with the last sword, the NETT continued the descent, and meanwhile restored the events in the memory of the womb with previous characters.
Natt died here, the dome, under which I was hoping to hide it, so nowhere and it was going, and the blood still flowed on his walls. Here I turned to see the very chopped head, but now the passage is overgrown with the fuel flesh. Here, something brutally killed Alice, the blood still flowed from the very place, as if the corpse did not disappear anywhere. Here the womb for the first time began to change, small tentacles also moved on the pulsating walls. And here something set in Erich and tried to attack me. With each new wave of this slow sword, not only the picture on the screen was manifested, but in my memory the image of the same place was overlooked when the womb was more normal, or something ... in any case, when I saw monsters, I was much easier. I knew who I had to beat, I had about guessing what I need to be afraid, I saw a goal. And now ... solid unknown. And it oppressed.
Suddenly, the womb is over. The passage expanded and brought me to a huge cavity, similar to an enlarged hell, in which instead of the dust blocks and hello stone were flesh and bones, and instead of lava - blood. The depthioner seem to wait until I see that it is displayed on it ?????? Feet Below disappeared with the clock, leaving me alone with darkness. I overcame a hundred thousand blocks of depth, and now it's time to find out why all this happened at all.
The cave led me to the West, but not long. After some time appeared ... Palace. The one who was in the dungeon, but altered. Each cell in it consisted of thoroughly mixed parts of people and monsters. Paul, walls, objects of the situation - absolutely everything was in their places, as in the former luxury palace, but the replacement of that beauty came the square. It was disgusting: in the walls as bricks lay hands, legs, heads, wings, bones, slugs, bats, whole parts of bosses - everything was mixed in order to create this terrible place.
Almost immediately, I went out to the main hall. Portraits in the hall were replaced on images of all my dead characters and NPC. Natt, Alice, Erich, Mats-Nag "He, all other merchants - all of them were depicted on portraits as they were at the time of their death. In the most distortion of the hall, instead of the throne, there was the toughest head, from the forehead, which began , and on her backstangled language, like on the throne, sat father, boredly leaning on his hand and looking at Natt and the remains lying in front of him ...
The remains of all those who were depicted on portraits.
Father slowly stood up from his "throne", holding the same arrogant, as before, went down the steps to Nattu and spoke. I started - the voice of the father did not sound in the columns, but right in my head.
- So you came, NETT. Finally, we can finish with it. Do you have something to say before your death?
"I ... I ..." I didn't even pay attention to the fact that I did not have a microphone. And so it was clear that in order to communicate with the Father, he is not needed. I barely squeezaned myself the only question, which is then stronger than me, - K-K-Who are you?!
"And ..." he stretched out somewhat disappointed, "if you haven't guess ... in your world, I am an error of generating virtual data. Let's say this: because of the hole in the code of my world, the one who was supposed to be responsible for the troubles of the whole world. I am a call answer to the question that never came to your head simply because it is out of your borders of thinking. Who cursed the old man guarding the dungeon? Who created the dungeon itself? Where do monsters come from all over the world? How did Ktulhu contamination zones come from? For you, this is all - the fiction of the developers. For them - too. But here my world is not enough. I am a consistency of all evil, infected with the innumerable worlds that you create for your fun. And it gives me the right to some ... privileges ...
Father passed by Natta and, being behind, turned to the screen with the left side of the body, which was never rotated before. There ... there was not even darkness or lack of texture. There was an absolute, sucking emptiness, to which it was scary to touch the glass of the monitor, which seemed to absolutely everything that was near.
- That's better? - In the voice of the Father flashed by the Tolik of the Cold Mock Sadist, tormenting his sacrifice, - What do you want to know? Who is a mother what child is, why did I hurt you in the womb?
I nodded convulsively, no sound, but the father seemed to say that it was enough.
- Well, to hurry nowhere, you still do not get anywhere anywhere, - to my relief (if this word is generally applicable to the state in which I was), my father turned back to the "normal" side screen and returned to the "Throne" ", - Mother ... confess, I am surprised that you did not guessed. Mother is the whole world, and the child is my peculiar successor, which she grows through the womb created by me. But there is one small difference - I am limited by the framework of these fictional worlds, but the child is not. As soon as it appears on the light, it will be immediately in both worlds, NETT, and in yours, and in mine. It will create a new womb in your world and infects it in the same way as this infected. But it is impossible for the same world to create something that goes beyond its limits, so we needed sacrifices, NETT. Yes, sacrifices. Each of those whom you prefer to call your characters, for this world - an invader. You descended it in the womb and literally fed a mother, which with the help of the received energy raised the child. Then the inhabitants of your village became individual personalities, the result is known to you. And now, Natt, you are here, and you are the last live soul in this world. All the rest have already taken into account, to support the mother until you get here. You are the last link in my plan, NETT, and I am grateful to you for the fact that you came on time. And now, be so kind, die.
- Daughter himself! "I shouted this in a full voice, already at all at all giving myself a report in what I was doing, and Natt ran to the Father, waving the sword. With horror, I realized that I could see a smug smile on his lips, but it was too late. At that moment, when the sword was supposed to cut him in half, his father went to the background, the blade from Natta handed over the swollen movement and chopped his head with one blow. The bloody fountain broke out of the neck, and the body was ruined, but it was not the main thing ...
The screen shook and began to blink. A few bodies fell from the ceiling, and his father, throwing the sword on his shoulder, stood and looked at me with a smile, through the monitor. The last thing I was then saw - the inscription below the "The Child Was Born" and immediately hit the power button on the power block. The computer immediately and readily turned off, but this seemed to me a little. Obsessed the only idea to immediately remove the game and everything is connected with it, and it is better to simply format the disk, I turned on the computer again. He turned on without any download and immediately showed me a shaking screen with a father, walking along the remains of all my characters. He looked at me and said calmly: "Too late."
I looked at my hands. To my indescribable horror, the keyboard turned into that same organic from the womb, and the keys on it were replaced by a whole forest of sliding tentacles clutching into my fingers. The mouse was covered with bones, becoming similar to the chest, from which instead of the cord was the same umbilical. The screen broke, and the walls of the system unit turned into the walls of the womb. I shouted and rushing back, fell with a chair. At the same time, in the next room, my mother broke into the room.
- What happened?! "I could not answer anything, just poked my finger into the computer that became quite ordinary. Mad, as I then told my mother, looked around him, I jumped on my feet and, as if obsessed with something, threw the side cover with the system. Inside, I saw this time an absolutely real piece of flesh from the womb, which was formed at the site of a hard disk, who pulled his thin sliding tentacles to me. Then I, grabbing the entire systemist immediately, pulling the cords and dropping the monitor to the floor, ran up to the window and threw the system unit directly into it, knocking the glass. The systemist flew twelve floors and crashed into the car parked at thenime, and I lost consciousness on the spot.
I think you yourself understand what happened later. I was tested for the use of drugs for a long time, the mental state and as a result did not find anything, except for strong overwork and stress, aggravated by temporary permanent. I was discharged some pills, and for the third week I sit without a computer, but it was all limited. We paid compensation to the machine to the owner, but in the system desk who was searched at the time when I was in the shutdown, and did not find the hard disk, about which I was constantly delirious. The only proof that all this happened is not in delusion, the pictures that I did through the game remain. I dictate this text to my friend, because now I'm afraid to approach the computer ...
And you know what? I will not tell you "Do not play a terrarium." This is stupid, I myself understand, even from the point of view of the story, told by the Father, the quintessence of evil is generated in every world. I just want to say ... There are moments when it is worth noting a bargaining curiosity. Do not repeat my mistakes.
P.S.: Since then, I dream every night there is a womb.

Terraria is an indie game, an adventure sandbox, created by Re-Logic. In this game, you can explore the world around us, work on creating objects and structures, and also fight randomly generated enemies. The music component of the game developed the studio "Resonance Array".

The development of the "Terraria" programmers from the "Re-Logic" began in January 2011, using the Microsoft XNA toolkit for this. The version of the game for the Windows operating system appeared on May 16, 2011. Only for that day 50 thousand copies of the game were sold, and the number of online players reached 17 thousand. For the first week of staying in Steam, 200 thousand copies of the game were sold in Steam - thanks to this "Terraria" overtook the famous "Portal 2" and "Witcher 2". In January last year, 2 million copies of the "Terraria" were sold.

In March 2013, a version of the game for game consoles Xbox and PlayStation appeared. In Europe and Australia, the release of gaming consoles took place on May 15 last year. In August 2013, a version of the game for IOS devices appeared. The developer of this version was the company from the Netherlands, "Codeglue".

Recently, the official website contains information that the game will be ported on OSX and Linux. In confirmation of this information, the developers provided the screenshots of the "Terraria" against the background of the work desks of these "Operations".

However, this is not all "pleasantness" from the company-developer. If you used to play "Terraine" on Windows, now you can transfer the created game worlds and characters in Linux and OSX. In addition, users of various operating systems can fight on the same server - as a result, some cross-platform gameplay will be released.

If you previously bought Windows version of the game, then the version on Linux and Mac OS will get absolutely free. It is really very convenient: at home you can play on a desktop computer with Windows, in the service - on a laptop with Linux, during class - on a modern laptop from Apple.

You can buy the game in the E-Distribution Service of Games.

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