You are dead. Your lifeless body, mere seconds away from simulated disintegration, finishes its death animation -hopefully- falling to the ground. Not a second after your ragdoll hits the pavement a shiny, floating and gyrating bag pops into existence above your corpse.
What's in the bag?
What's in the bag?
Example: I've been staring at this eternally smouldering hut for the past seven point three seconds. I'm about to restart my pathing cycle when I'm rudely attacked from behind by what looks like a robed teenage girl wielding a halberd twice her size. As per design, it takes the hero-in-making between four to five hits to kill me. All my belongings spill out over the charred grass, pooling next to my -frankly outdated looking- entrails; the kid's lucky, she rolled six copper coins and a rat's tail, which is worth ten copper at your local general store. She only has three more ratlings to go before she can turn in her second quest.
I respawn, only to die again.
I respawn, only to die again.
