NetHack/Nutter

[If you've ever played Nethack, add something, create an outline, write incidents which might happen to Nutter in the future even if they in the future and will need more writing to connect them up, whatever.]

Nutter had just come down the stairs. He had a tiny kitten to keep him company. The merchant who had sold him the kitten had told him wild stories. The kitten might not be too powerful at first, but it was very agile and hard for any enemy to harm. It could kill his enemies, and every time it killed a few it would suddenly become bigger and more deadly - possibly becoming a huge killer monster over the course of months or less!

There were people who questioned Nutter's common sense, but he wasn't crazy enough to believe that.

Nutter had been heralded from birth as the instrument of Thoth who was desperate to recover the amulet. His older brother had just graduated from Page to Herald when Nutter was born, and he had immediately started heralding about how Nutter was destined to journey underground and retrieve the Amulet of Yendor, which so many before him had died in quest of. He didn't know why everyone kept saying his brother hadn't wanted a sibling and was out to get him.

Pausing at the bottom of the staircase, Nutter checked his inventory one more time. He had hoped to know more than two spells, but his brother had been certain that he knew all he needed to get started. His brother had assured him destiny favored him, but seemed slightly surprised when his investment program in lotto tickets had paid off so well. For a mere fifty percent commission, his brother had helped him outfit himself with a powerful magic proof cloak, a magic staff, magic rings, potions, scrolls, a wand, and his two spellbooks.

Despite all this, he vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something, despite all his brothers help. Oh yea - he hadn't brought any food.

He briefly thought about going to buy some, maybe selling his potion of monster detection to buy some and then returning to the dungeon. Of course he knew that was impossible. Whenever anyone left the dungeon, people bought them drinks in exchange for stories of their marvelous adventures. They often bragged about how they were going back one of these days, but somehow never did.

He started out to walk past his kitten, but had to stop - his kitten was in the way! He would soon learn that all creatures, no matter how large or small, occupied an area he could not walk through.

He walked around his kitten into a corridor to his left, the kitten at his heels. It soon got in front of him, and blocked the entire corridor until it wandered into a corner, allowing him to slip past diagnally. Soon he saw another room. There was an ugly rat in the doorway. One sniff told Nutter it was a sewer rat.

He wacked at it with his staff. His cloak was superb protection against magic, but little good against ratbites. He was horribly mauled, one quarter dead (hitpoints down from 12 to 9). No more Mr. Nice Guy. Zap!

He might be a little slow in the resource management department, but he was actually pretty good at summoning mystic bolts of killing energy. He had wanted to get together with a bunch of wizards and study their spellbooks in exchange for letting them see his, but spellbood writer's guild rules forbade this.

He stepped over the dead rat and into the room. With disgust he noticed the kitten behind him eating the raw stinking sewer rat. His brother had warned him against eating raw meat under any circumstances, but sniffing the corpse would have been enough. How could anyone eat raw meat?