I have a mission; a call for life or death. I have begun a hazardous journey towards a home free of clutter, dust, and trash. My task at hand - the one I've fought for three months now - is to clear our ALL the (unnecessary) stuff.
As a prelude (and repeatable quest) to project clear out all the stuff I have slowly reclaimed the kitchen, and it is now at a manageable level where where the evil immortal mountain monster of dishes has be defeated and almost reduced to nothing. But the battle against the fruit flies continues; I fight them off, but to no avail as they regroup in small amounts and breeds a new army.
Moving from the Kitchen of blasting sun and watery death, I went on to meet my very first enemy. As with all my enemies and challenges ahead, I have known it for a long time, and lest I forget the good times we had before it began to haunt me as a second shadow that never goes away, we used to be good friends. But now it has followed me for 12 years, growing heavier and meaner for every day passing. My heavy burden of the big box I never unpacked of sad childhood memories.
Two months, it took me. Two months to break him down and scavenge what's worth saving and destroying what must be gone. In between the fights, I regrouped in the closet of forgotten trinkets. To build myself a stronghold, I tamed the wardrobe of clothes I never use nor fit. I even managed to set the innocent clothing free and re-homed some of them to charity. A few have run away in the process, but I will search for them as my journey goes on - and I will find them. Hopefully non of them have fallen to evil, or in the hands of the ruthless Lord Dust Bunny.
Unfortunately, the forgotten trinkets formed an alliance of chaos and chased me out midst battle with the dirty laundry. All that remains is an uncertain path to the sanctuary of Fort Laundry-dale where the clan of clothes and towels are holding the borders. With no time to be discouraged, despite my gear being worn and ill-equipped for the following task, I carried on to the hell of the night stand of undead receipts. Though time-consuming due to my poor gear needing regrouping and repair at a frequent rate, I easily dealt with the receipts and saved the few living captives known as relevant receipts of warranty.
Compared to previous quests, the travel through the stray papers and clutter bookshelf was hasty. I have yet to deal with the destruction of Lord Dust Bunny, and there are a few more items to save or re-home, but I shall return when the time comes and I've gained the alliance of the sorted documents.
This is where you meet my present me. I am making haste towards the corner of doom where the sorted documents is rumoured to be captured by Lord Dust Bunny.