Life as a Terraria NPC

Golfer

Found as an audio file engraved in disc in a golf ball. How? I don't know. This is getting outrageous. Why does everyone have their own gimmick?! It's just a tiny piece of their character! No need to do extra steps on engraving your precious secrets and memories. Just put it on a book and hide it where I can find it! Don't make me work the extra effort of going through your dirty broken golf balls just to find this tiny little piece of - wait, this is actually pretty interesting!

I am recording the following information to document an important event I have observed:

I am William. A golfer. I also make my own golf balls and equipment certified by the Galactic Association of Golf. Hence, how I managed to get this this inside a ball. I am also a spy - kind of. Well, it's a hobby of mine to investigate things I find interesting. I don't report to anyone but I like to believe I do. I hope my sister doesn't find out. She herself is one of the things I find interesting.

The following information details an important occurrence that is inexplicable, bizzare and, in a way, dangerous. If the persons directly connected to the event were to become aware of my knowledge of the event, this message will be destroyed along with most of the old golf balls I have to hide the evidence.

Event 76-1A1

Codename: [REDACTED]

Documentation:

Three days ago, I arrived in this small town in the middle of Solarux. I had my suspicions on my first day when a few of the people living there were missing along with the Chosen. I have interviewed a few people of the Solarux Express Bunker of Dreams about this.

Interview Log 76-1A1-1

Description: Interview with The Clothier

Start:

Interviewer: Hey, Mr. Clive! Long time no see. The last time I saw you, you were still bound by the monster of the dungeon. We was still young back then! How are you doing today?

Interviewee: O-Oh! Young William! You've grown so big. I am very fine, thanks to the Chosen. How's your sister?

Interviewer: She's alright. Although she has been quite mysterious lately. Probably just engrossed in her hobby.

Interviewee: Ah, yes. The young girl who loved animals and monsters. How about you, kid? How's that ball-thing hobby going on for you?

Interviewer: Well, I am a certified golfer now, so if the Chosen's here, I'd probably get a lot of cash to support myself. He's still yet to visit me. I'm running low on cash.

Interviewee: You've arrived at a bad time, lad. He's missing.

Interviewer: Missing? Oh, so he's like adveturing and is yet to come back.

Interviewee: No. Jas is gone. Along with some of the tenants of his place. The Cyborg, The Party Girl, The Arms Dealer, The Nurse, and The Steampunker. One day, they just disappeared out of nowhere.

Interviewer: Do you happen to know anything about why they disappeared?"

A mumbling sound can be heard, probably from the clothier. A loud, piercing noise was emitted before a loud thumping sound boomed.

Interviewer: Why did Skeletron appear in my mind?

Interviewee: (mechanical voice) You're interesting, Golfer. You seem to have an inquisitive mind. I, The Great Skeletron, wouldn't mind telling you what I know.

Interviewer: Y-You're still alive?! How?!

Interviewee: See, the Chosen never killed me. I was merely defeated. I am reduced to nothing but a separate mind living in this desperate old man's subconscious. But the Chosen has the power to free me repeatedly from this body and I shall regain my glorious form again and again to reach his purpose in living: Defeating Moon Lord!

Interviewer: I see. So you're powerless right now.

Interviewee: Not exactly true. Yes, I cannot move this body completely, though I can sometimes trick his subconscious to write and do simple things for me. I still have my connection with the other great beings of this world and the other worlds. Like the [REDACTED].

Interviewer: The [REDACTED]?

Interviewee: Corruption is Moon Lord's creation. But the Crimson? Nay, it was the [REDACTED]'s glory. A bastardised corruption virus. The [REDACTED] is like that annoying but useful friend that Moon Lord has. It sometimes does its own things, but in the end, its goal is the same as the Moon Lord: total domination of the universe.

Interviewer: Why mention the [REDACTED]? As far as everyone is concerned, Moon Lord is the threat. In fact, I have not heard about this being. Are you sure you senile pile of bones ain't getting a bit too old?

Interviewee: You seem to be misunderstanding what I'm trying to say, human with a cursed sibling. And watch your mouth. It has the same goal with Moon Lord and his weaker yet still powerful brother Cthulhu, but it prefers to let the siblings take all the glory and fame. It's more devious and mysterious, and to tell you the truth, not even us higher beings are aware of its intentions. We don't even know what it looks like. All I can say for now is: it has taken a liking in this world's Chosen. Jas. That cocky yet competent brat. That's why he's gone. THE [REDACTED] HAS SENT THE FOOL AND SOME OF THE TOWNSMEN TO ITS DOMAIN. I wish I can tell you more, curious man, but it's one of the higher beings on par with Moon Lord and Cthulhu when it comes to pure strength, but this god's malice is different. I suggest you stop looking into this matters as it is out of your capabilities. Though it might be fun for me...

End of the interview.

I have been researching a lot about the existence of a hidden Higher Being on the same level of power as the High Gods. Skeletron said something about someone named [REDACTED], yet I cannot trust a minion of the Moon Lord.

Interview Log 76-1A1-2

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A sharp noise cuts through the audio file for a whole minute before it stops completely.

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