Everything was dark. As he came to, he tried to figure out how he got here… wherever here was. He examined himself for injures, and noticed something on his left wrist, a dark grey diamond with an orange glowing outline. No, wait, it was in his wrist! He frantically scratched at his arm, to the point where he drew blood. Realizing there was no point, for the first time he looked around himself. He was on a beach, with palm trees and rocks and, a pig? except not like any pig he had seen. it was huge, with a snout not unlike an anteater. he looked the other way and saw, no. that can't be… is that a Triceratops? No, no no no, no! This can't be happening! Dinosaurs went extinct millennia ago! But he couldn't deny the fact that there was a dinosaur right in front of him. "Okay, okay, focus. What is the first thing you do when you are stranded somewhere you don't know?" At least his training hadn't completely abandoned him. Suddenly, visions flashed through his mind, of the program, the molecular phase shifter, the rip in space that resulted from the first test, the excruciating pain as he was warped and twisted. Focus! What is the first thing I should do? A tool! No structure is without support. For that I'll need logs. And so he went to work on a crude axe. First he found a suitably sharp stone on the beach, and a stick that could be used as a handle. Now, how do I put them together? He looked around, and saw some plants with rather long stems. That'll do for now. He knew he would need some sort of pick if we wanted better shaped stones, since he had no real way to grind or carve them. The best way would be to chip them straight off of rocks. I doubt that trike is the most dangerous thing in this place. He had taken to saying trike after realizing saying or even just thinking triceratops all the time would get quite obnoxious. I need a weapon. And so with a small tree trunk he cut down he made a primitive spear, about 2 meters in length. And surprisingly balanced considering it's crude nature. Balanced enough to throw? It wasn't a half bad idea he realized. Against larger predators a spear might not reach somewhere capable of a mortal wound before his arm was taken off. He could cripple them with the spear, and go in for the kill with something smaller, like a knife. He went to a rock that he had found to have hard but easily fractured stone. Luckily he had thought to keep a shard that had come off attempting to get a sharp enough blade for a better axe. An endeavor that only yielded aching muscles. So he got some more of the stems from a plant he decided to call longgrass, since the only remarkable thing about it other than its length was a green bud that sprouted from each stem. Out of sheer curiosity he decided to try one of the buds, and found it wasn't to bad. If I'm here much longer I may have to consider growing these. They may even grow into something more. He heard some wing beats above him. Those sound larger than the pteranodons I've been seeing…
He looked up and saw what looked like a normal pteranodon, but when he looked closer, he realized it was much higher up than he realized, making it several times larger than a pteranodon. Hmm, if that's a carnivore, it could be trouble if wants a meal. No, it would be trouble. However for the time being it seemed content enough to lazily flap through the chilled air. Very chilled he realized. It was getting quite cold, and the sun was almost on the horizon. He spotted a cave in a nearby cliff face and decided there would be better than nowhere. As he walked into a large cavern, almost 4 stories high, he found that many large stalactites that hung from the ceiling of the cave had formed full pillars about 3 feet in diameter. This cave must have been here for 20, 30 million years for those to have grown here.
Suddenly, he heard a strange sort of squeak, except it sounded more like rubbing sandpaper together than a squeak. He turned around and saw a huge scorpion-like creature come out from behind one of the larger pillars.