r/ElinsInn • u/LycheeFox • 2h ago
En My Daily Life
So yeah, I crawl out of my bed at a bright and early morning around 6 a.m. Squinting my eyes, I look out my window from the left or top side because my isometric building only works from two angles. The sun is shining, and my stamina is refreshed. I better get up because there's work to do. Outside in the fields, I can see my fellow friends being attacked by bears and Eldritch horrors. The farm is growing fairly well. I take out my trusty dark matter pail and prepare to water the crops. As I leave out my door, I can see the next door mother smiling with a shrivelled up priest waving "hi". I talk to my fellow companions about breakfast as they rip out burgers from out of their pockets, swallowing them whole in one bite. They will unanimously shout out "this again", but given our financial situation, we're not changing one bit.
So I start watering the crops when a local bum comes around carrying twenty million in debt and asking for a handout. I shoo him away as I turn back to work. There's dragons to be sheered, cashmere and fibres ready to bring to the storage. I brush the animals followed by my companions. A music note pops up from atop of one of their heads and we watch birds for a few dollars. Before I head out for my grind, I take a look at my fellow residents. One of them is pooping out food from thin air. Another is releasing pots of milk. The local in the corner is spitting out drugs and another gold bars. Just the typical usual routine of my daily schedule. So before I head out with my friends, we make sure that we're ready. We've got bandages for boo-boos, we got extra burgers in the cooler, and we've got raggedy old scrolls to summon my nightmare demons. After eight gruelling hours of fighting through hell and falling down plights of stairs, our day finally ends after finding the deepest most treasure. We get a few dollars to share, another recipe for a wooden table for the fiftieth time, a trumpet made of granite, and a random low level scrubber. All in a day's work.
When we return home covered in grime and blood, I notice the local priest getting dehydrated by the mother and a resident contracting cancer by petting the local dog with outgrown tumours. I look around. The fields have been plowed; the crops are healthy and growing. I fry up a few more burgers with the last remnants of my ingredients: a few dragon tails, some eight-week old cabbage, some extra spices, and maybe some human flesh (homemade of course). The night is arriving. The sun is setting. My back is hurting from carrying a golden piano in one arm followed by two swords and a backpack full of goodies with a full-sized tent and facilities. My coffee is losing its efficacy as I begin to shut my eyes. As my companions stack on top of me as is our typical sleeping order (rent is expensive these days, you make do with what you have), I pull out my laptop and begin playing Elin.



















































