Outis

I'd been playing for a couple of hours - found a backpack and motorcycle helmet, finally got myself some food and drink, even had a screwdriver to open the cans I had. Wandering the coastline, I felt like a survivor, alone in this seemingly empty world, when suddenly I hear a voice behind me. "Hey." I immediately dodge left, ducking into a nearby doorway and preparing to defend my meager possessions from some would-be bandit. "Hey, can you kill me?" he said. "I don't want to spawn here." 'What.' is my only thought. "What?" is how I reply. "Just hit me in the back of the head." Dumbfounded, I ready my crowbar, my defense against the monsters, to comply to this strange request. As I strike my friend, the only living human I've seen in this world thus far, I hear his final words before he falls to the ground. "Thanks, man." "...No problem." My reply, too late, resounds upon empty ears. After this I sat down and read a little. I'd finally seen another player, and he asked me to kill him.