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And with that let's begin chapter 6.

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A valley covered in dried blood,Shear

As I continued to devour these defenceless human scientists that foolishly decided to study the dangerous wildlife without weaponry in hand I decided to leave the skulls intact and hang them on the spikes protruding from my back before moving to the one that I spared. As it turns out knocking out a being many times lighter and smaller then ones self it is very difficult to not kill them in the process, I somehow succeeded to do so and decided to take this one with me to my burrow. Once I arrive I immediately sneak into a bush because hunters are investigating my burrow, this isn't an ideal situation for me because I wanted to move the human to them before they arrived but with the situation as it is I might as well continue stealthily onwards.

I grab the unconscious scientist with one claw and use my other three to scale the cliff face and walk cautiously above the entryway to my burrow and peak inside. Just as I peak inside the hunters decide to leave only to see my upside down helm peaking inside. I quickly pull my head back out before they could shoot and throw the scientist inside before leaping to the valley floor to sprint away. Luckily my gesture worked in ensuring my escape route, allowing me to sprint away unharmed.

I think that I should leave this valley. No, only after I find the pack and Carer. I slow my sprint after I pass the acid lake and leap across to the island in the middle before sniffing for the scents of the pack. I don't pickup any of the many scents from the pack, Carer or any other monsters in the area leading me to decide to leave without them to a valley with less hunter activity.

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A monster burrow, Shear

We were checking out the location that our tracking dart had stopped moving and were puzzled to find a monster sized hole halfway up a cliff face along with a pile of fresh dirt and gravel directly below it. Claw marks lining up and down the cliff in shapes similar to Goliath footprints and the claw marks of a stage-3 Wraith. The claw marks of the Goliath were extended massively compared even to the claw marks of a stage-3 Goliath except in a paw size smaller than what would be found on a stage-1 Goliath. These tracks were seen going straight up and down the cliff and leading into the hole. We tried reaching the hole by jetpack but ran out of fuel before we could descend and refuelled just to make it to the entrance of the hole.

It was massive inside and housed enough room to house seven stage-3 monsters. There were two patches of mud in the corner that were soggy and moist to the touch contrasting unevenly to the smooth, dry burnt walls, floor and ceiling of the hole that looked like were moulded from clay. In the opposite corner of the hole was a small pool of acid and the severed leaves from one of the carnivorous plants that camouflage themselves to grassy terrain and snap shut like a bear trap. We soon realised that we were in a burrow and found the tracking dart impaled into the ceiling directly above the acid pool as it glowed faintly like a lightbulb every few seconds.

Luckily we were recording this hunt.

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And that was the sixth chapter of An unhealthy gamer on Shear.

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