Log 1
My name is Josh. I'm twenty-three years old, and I appear to be in some weird world. Let me explain.
Last night was a Christmas party. Now normally, I wouldn't go, but I needed a break. I suppose I had one too many drinks. At the party, I met a strange dude with a russian accent. Said he'd offer me complete power, yet here I am.
I woke up in the morning, and I was confused. I ended up in the middle of nowhere, and after some careful inspection, found myself lost. Everything I saw was blocky, including myself, as if it were from some pixelated game for kids. Of course, I knew better.
I had been thinking for some time, before I decided to walk. I eventually reached a lake, and proceeded to wash my face. Not the smartest thing to do, I admit, but I had saw several sheep drinking from the lake, so I thought it to be safe.
Afterwards, I began experimenting. I started punching the square leaves on the trees, in case I needed to fight something. Since I was in the wild, I had to train, and survive. It looked like those books of survival taught me well huh?
After some time, I saw a mysterious figure drop something on the other side of the lake. When I ran over to talk to the guy, he was gone. Left on the ground was a book with a quill. The same book and quill I'm using for my logs.
I went back to the place where I bathed, and lay on the ground, more tired than worried. I can deal with my problem in the morning. Goodnight.