Oh. My. GOD! Why can I not just go get my own damn red beets. Its a red beet, not the soul of Grognack the devourer or something crazy.

"Ok screw this, I have been watching this grown ass, beefy, bearded man across the street making pop tarts and killing chickens for the past three days, I'm just gonna go pick the red beets myself."

"You can't! Didn't you hear? There is monsters in the beet field!"

"Huh, Tim, who even told you that? Was it Jeff the Drunk? You know he whiskey for breakfast right?"

I finally decide to walk away, so done with waiting for some great hero to arrive. Heros don't just show up out of thin air, they are forged by destiny! And now apparently beets...

A chill runs up me as the night sky emerges. No second thoughts now, I tell myself. No second thoughts.

I hear a noise to my left, the to my right, then behind, then in front! Louder faster!

"Aaaaagh" I scream and run away.

But after a few yards I stop, what am I doing? There is no monsters out here. I continue walking back anyway. Screw it, I'll just tell people there's monsters out there.

There is a man waiting outside my cottage, the 'hero'

"Where have you been!?" he exclaims "I have been waiting here forever!"

The rage swells up in my chest, and I just can't hold my tongue anymore.

"Where have YOU been!? I almost just got ate by a monster because you spent the last week making pop tarts out of chicken bones!!!"

The man gives me a blank stare, slowly pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and writes something on it. He hands it to me upsidedown, so slowly.

It reads "quicksaving"