Entry 1
I awake in a strange new land; nothing but ocean in front of me, vast land behind me. My survival instincts kick in: I need food. Shelter. Weapons. I gather what i can and create some shoddy tools. It will have to do until I can upgrade them when I have more materials, more practice. I dig in for the night, making my own cave. It'll have to do. I hear creatures outside, and I know that I won't be safe until day.





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