In the desert, 394 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
Current Version:
Wordler 394 lay on her back on the sand dune, staring up at the sky. “Cloud. That’s a five-letter word. Is it CLOUD?”
On the sand beside her lay a skeleton wrapped in everlasting green flame that never quite consumed the tattered remains of the questing garments she’d died in. “I don’t think you fully understand how this is meant to go,” the skeleton complained. “I’m not looking for any old five-letter word. I require one specific Word to spare your life from the curse.”
“That cloud looks like a duck. Is it DUCK?”
“DUCK has four letters,” said the skeleton, with rising annoyance. “How are you so bad at this?”
“I’m not bad at word puzzles. You’re bad at word puzzles. I still have a chance to get this one, while you totally failed at yours.”
The glowing eyes flickered momentarily within the skeleton’s flaming skull. “I’m looking for a Word, not a guilt trip.”
“Well too bad,” said 394. “Your failure killed the people I love and destroyed my home, so maybe you should feel a little guilty about it.”
“I tried my best,” said the skeleton quietly.
Seagulls circled in the sky above.
“That cloud looks like a dragon,” said 394. “Is it DRAGON?”
“That’s six letters,” said the skeleton. “You were closer with DUCK.”
“Oh? Are you allowed to give me additional hints?”
“No, I am not!”
Web3 Draft:
- Listed on OpenSea
- Listed on Rarible
- Pinned to IPFS
Revision Notes:
To be added.
