Day 1: Unbridled Enthusiasm and it's Dire Consequences

I remember the first time I set foot in Bastok. The gray stone roads, the gray houses, the gray sky...it was very gray. I arrived in Port Bastok and was perhaps too eager to explore for my own good. I ran up the stairs and down the stairs and over the bridge and then back over the bridge and then into my Mog house and then out of my mog house and then around and around and then I went down some other stairs and I was lost. I did not know it at the time, but this would become a frequent status for me throughout my time in Vana'diel. Shortly after reorienting myself and feeling very enthusiastic, I headed towards North Gustaberg.

Giant bees and strange whack-a-mole-esque worms dotted the bleak, brown landscape. My red magey excitement could not be contained, and after the closest bee I went! Stabby stabby stabby and it was dead! Before the thrill of my first kill wore off, I was already engaged with a stupid tunnel worm, of which I made short work. Two in a row down and what luck, my third victim was in sight! Without hesitation I ran, did my rdm stabby stabby thing...and died. Shocked and appalled, I inquired of my linkshell as to how this could have happened. Unbeknown to me but known to everyone else, I needed to rest between fights, lest my hp fall dangerously low and I die...again.