Ranboo was doing their normal routine, going through the farmer’s garden, taking the weeds out and making sure the worms or bugs weren’t destroying the plants. It was a nice and cool today with a slight breeze, and they enjoyed it occasionally as the wind cooled the sweat from working.

Then, Ranboo heard a sound. Normally they’d tune out the sounds of villagers around them, but this one wasn’t the normal sound. Was it a player? They moved to the edge of the thick of plants to poke their head out, looking curiously as they saw a player run by. Ranboo had read books from the library about tales about players. Supposedly they came from nowhere, appearing one day with one solid goal in their mind. Survive. And they were good at it. Sometimes players would come to villages and simply take the resources and leave - according to their books - but others would stay. The ones who stayed would trade with the villagers and set up work stations for them to use for better gear or rarer resources. They were quite rare, and either were alone or had large groups.

Ranboo looked around and saw this one was alone. They felt a little relieved, it’d be much easier to stay out of view with only one player to avoid.

Over time, the player got settled and set up stations for the villagers - who Ranboo noted were not as completely sentient as he was - and got to work. They only slept the first few nights, which wasn’t too unusual. Players didn’t seem to need much sleep at all. They ran off food and pure determination. This specific player seemed to be focused on getting the best things as fast as possible; and to build a large, efficient base.

Ranboo started to notice how they’d mutter to themselves while doing this, and he started to realize they seemed lonely. There weren’t any other players around, and the villagers weren’t good company. So one day, he decided to talk to them.

He stood behind a flower pot, watching as the player crafted and cooked. When they sat down and rested for a moment, he spoke up.

“Hello!”