The Bone Zone, a corner of the world in Terraria.

They couldn't be crafted by hand, as materials grew scarce. There was only one way that one could be obtained, and that way would have to lead to a sacrifice. The world fell that day.

Constant, attempted escapes. Constant death, over and over. Constantly coming back to where things had started, just to experience the same, eventual death all over again.

Amidst this famine was some mysterious figure, dressed in drab clothes and what seemed to be a mask resembling a skull. From far out, the casted silhouette only muttered one sentence:

"AAAAAAAAAAAA BONNNNNNEEEE ZONNEEE"

It echoed against the vast landscape, and all that could be done... was running. Hiding in crevasses, covering miles of ground, but to no avail. The strange figure would always find its way back.

On one hopeless attempt, a hill was climbed in hopes to escape the masked figure. Echoing from the distant valley, a sound grew closer:

"Getting my Bone Gear. This is some real Bone action right here."

Horrors struck the helpless soul, clutching onto the copper sword. A climb down the hill started to ensue, only to be paused by a great fall.

For a moment, fear. The next, darkness. In the last moments of a numb death, all that could be faintly heard was:

"Well, it seems the Bone Zone made it to the Zone before I could Bone."