Vy can't believe it.

She just died.

It wasn't as painful as it could've been, she guessed, but still.

When she respawned, she moaned and groaned, and maybe even cried a little. The chance of finding her corpse, of scavenging the supplies? Less than zero.

She slapped herself several times, cursing for being so stupid, so utterly stupid. Of course, even though dying was an awful big hazard of her trade, she had trained herself with every tool at her disposal on how to avoid death, how to be smarter than that.

Now, because of her carelessness, she'd lost a life.

She'd been extremely lucky that she still had all three lives when she died, because if that had been her second time, she would've been put on her last life, and if that was her third time dying, she would've been put, well, in the afterlife, really.

Confused? Too bad. Welcome to Pixelcraft.

Vy sat up, and silently mourned the 21 gazelle horns that were going to be worth so much, the ones that now sat by her rotting corpse. Along with the raw kangaroo meat, emu feathers, gazelle meat, and all the rest of her supplies that she'd been carrying.

What she had done was a stupid mistake, really, what an amatuer would've done, which made things so much worse.

She'd been chasing an emu, or, rather, it was chasing her, and she turned around, trying to hit it with her sword, but to her dismay, she had hit a nearby elephant instead.

Vy had frozen. To be fair, she had never hit the species before in Pixelcraft, and did not know whether the mob would engage hostile. This question was answered, however, by about four tons of elephant flesh charging at her.

She'd been hit to half a heart.

She scrambled away, and ran for her life, but it was no use. 

The elephant quickly caught up and then she died.

One life. Gone, just like that.

Now, time to face Fayre.