Terraria: The Journals of Logan Maxwell

Chapter 1

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping and a river elegantly running. Where am I?

I moved my arms around a bit. I could only move them in a circle pattern. I stood up and looked around.

Mushrooms were plentiful and the sun was shining fairly dim. I guessed that the time was about 7AM, judging on the Sun's point in the sky.

The thought then ran through my head. Am I alone in this world, or is there anybody out there?

I walked for a minute, and then came across a man wearing an gray shirt and blue jeans. He had orange hair that loomed over his head, but somehow did not fall and cover his face. He looked me in the eye, took a step back, and ran.

I ran after him in fear he was going to get away. He was running faster than me, but began slowing down after awhile. I caught up to him and tackled him to the ground. I pressed my sword to his throat.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I-I'm Connor." He stuttered while eyeing my sword carefully.

I thought a moment. "Can you help me?" I asked.

"Sure..." He replied hesitantly. I pulled my sword back and let him stand up. He looked up at the sky. "We have to build shelter soon; it's almost night."