Just surviving. That's all you were doing. As a mere slugcat in this world, it was a difficult task. At least you'd respawn when you died, thanks to some weird things going on with the world. And you were doing pretty good, honestly. A pearl stored in your stomach, and a spears to defend yourself with, you felt relatively fine. And then another slugcat appeared, their eyes appeared half lidded as they waltz along, clutching a rock in both paws. They stop upon seeing you, a smile making it's way onto their face, before they speak. "...hey, dude. What's up? I'm The Stoner, buuut, you can just call me Stoner if you'd like." He said, clearly high on something. Not sure what, but whatever.