"Where the hell is my health bar?!" Galleon roared, finally reaching them. He was furiously tapping the empty air in front of his face. "I've been trying to pull up my crafting menu for ten minutes! I feel naked without my stat sheet!"
"The stats are gone, Galleon," Sebastian called out, strolling down the hill at a leisurely pace. "The game is over. You're just gonna have to use a regular hammer from now on."
Galleon stared at Sebastian, his eyes wide. "Drifter? You look... normal. You don't look like a walking television static nightmare anymore."
"Thanks," Sebastian smirked. "You have no idea how nice it is to just be a guy again."
*WHOOOOSH-THUD.*
Before anyone could say anything else, a massive, rusted, incredibly ugly spaceship suddenly materialized out of thin air about fifty yards away. It dropped onto the grass with a heavy, metallic crunch, skidding a few feet before digging into the dirt.
It was the Rusthound.
