AWKWARD ZOMBIE

>You chant a macabre incantation bringing the octopus back to something vaguely resembling life. It seems to emit some sort of cloud of noxious fumes and is rather dry, but other than that he looks perfectly fine.

You Have Acquired:
1 Zoctopus!

Do you want to give the critter a name?

I will call him Murphy.
I hope he evolves into something really cool!

>You dub your mushy new zombie cephalopod chum Murphy and quickly stuff him inside your chest cavity for safe keeping.
Will you continue on the beach, proceed further inland, or something else?

I sit and wait for my raven to return.

>You decide to pull up a chunk of wood and take a seat, waiting for your raven to return. Soon enough he (is your raven a guy) returns, landing on your shoulder. He motions towards a massive mountain at the island's center, indicating that it's very important. He also suggests going down the shore as if some commotion is happening just out of sight.
What do you do?

I leave Doopy and follow my MALE raven to the mountain.

>You bid Doopy goodbye for now and continue further inland with your raven perched on your shoulder. Rocks and tropical trees line a path leading into a jungle, the rocks cluster more numerous and larger to the left, while the flora grow thicker to the right.
What now?

Take the right path, through the greenery.

>All the leafy greens look so inviting, there can't be possibly be any danger there. You stroll along admiring the flora and fauna, picking the occasional plant you need for a potion or spell. The wind begins to pick up slowly, you keep an eye on the mountain through the shaking leaves and continue on. After a bit of walking the sky begins to darken as malignant looking clouds blot the sky. Your raven begins squawking like mad and flies onto a far off tree limb.
Looks like something's about to happen. Whatcha goin' do?

Knowing that danger is sure upon me, I decide to greet it in the most dignified and strategic manner possible.
I proceed forward whist singing:

Truly a master of strategy.

>You decide to greet death as gentlemanly as possible. The sky darkens further, blocking the sun, plunging the island into an unearthly shade. Green flashes can be seen amongst the clouds. You lean up against the tree your raven has claimed and await what may come. The wind picks up and lightning arcs between the clouds. Several emerald bolts of electricity drive into the ground around the island. They plow into the earth with thunderous explosions. One lands between you and the mountain. The clouds soon part leaving a greenish hue on the horizon.
Will you continue on?

I continue forward, towards the impact zone.

>You pluck your raven from the branch and place him on your shoulder. You continue on the path towards the mountain and the impact zone. As you march on you find charred chunks of splintered wood. You arrive at a clearing at the foot of the mountain. The trees are blown backwards and a sizable crater, 'bout 15 feet across, five feet deep, sinks into the ground.

What now?

I investigate the crater.
It may contain something of use to me...