Variks View
I found myself in a vast expanse of darkness. As I tried to remember who I was, where I was, my head began to hurt. I couldn't remember anything. Yet, as I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pain of the headache, a blinding light filled the expanse, and after my burning eyes adjusted to the luminance I found myself floating in an endless sea of blue, a sun above me and a moon below me. "Your name is Varik." "Who said that? Where are you!" "Unimportant. Survival. Important." And with that, I found myself warped to a new location, somewhere I had never seen before yet was so familiar. I was on a beach, a plateau obscuring the rest of the land behind me and a seemingly endless expanse of sea in front of me. I kneeled; the ground felt cold, and touching it resulted in nothing more than the appearance of a formation of cracks.
"Survive."
I looked around , the world becoming more clear as my head cleared. The sun was rising; a fog was off in the distance, obscuring whatever could be beyond my sight, and as I looked around I noticed something unusual about the land's formation: everything was cubic. The beach was cubic, the clouds were cubic, the water was cubic - hell, even I was cubic. Once again I touched the sand, as more cracks appeared on it. I beat the sand with my fists, and though I put all my effort into my affairs I neither tired nor got hurt. The sand quickly lost all it's strength, shattering- shattering? Sand doesn't shatter!- as a miniaturized block emerged from the ground. I picked it up, and it simply disappeared; yet, at the same time, somehow I knew I still had it.
"So, this is how I'll survive."
By midday, I had dug a ditch large enough to keep me warm in the night. Now to find food. I managed to build a tower of sand underneath my feet as I made my way to the top of the hole; some sort of pig was waiting there, staring at me as it began to wander off. "Not in this lifetime." I ran to the pig, considering my luck as it didn't flee, and beat it to death with my fists. It disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving behind nothing more than a pile of meat. "Yum." I continued my hunt, stockpiling the meat until I came across a herd of cattle- the same results occurred as did with the pigs, but a pile of leather was left rather than meat.
"As my grandfather sometimes would say, 'a layer of leather is better defense than a layer of skin...' Wait, how would I know that? Do I even have a grandfather?"
Confused, I arranged the leather into the shapes of armor, and to my surprise they immediately formed into the armor I was going to stitch together with the string I had found on the ground earlier in the day. How strange. This may come to my advantage. Curious, I decided to see what else I could craft. I came across a tree, punching out it's trunk. How it floated as if I had never touched it I will never know, but there's no need to ask questions now. I drew a crafting square onto the ground, and placing the trunk on it immediately turned into four planks of wood. The properties of this world are confusing. But, never mind that. Time to see what else I could do with my new-found abilities.
"Survive."
[ROBS VIEW]
The lights flashed and Rob found himself staring at a blocky landscape appearing inch by inch. He frowned and began calculating what exactly he should be doing. As the last few blocks on the horizon fell into place showing distant hills, valleys, and islands Rob turned to see what was behind him. As he turned his head it appeared to cath on the swivel.
Rob found himself crying out, "Damn Lag." For a reason he did not know of. Suddenly in front of his eyes a screen popped up and went to something called Options. A mysterious cursor highlighted Graphics and set them to Fast then hit Fog and changed it to Normal. The screen dissapeared and Rob found the landscape altered and the horizon line much closer, his vision impared.
Before he could ponder this little conudrum his thoughts changed to the slowly falling sun above him. Call it intution but Rob knew that when that glimmer of light was extinguish come night this place would not be as safe.
Rob looked around and saw the other denizens building with the raw wood. Following the example given Rob went to a nearby tree and began smacking it with his fist. He did this to several more until he got a large amount of wood. Taking this Rob set it in an area he could work and changed the wood to something more workable. With these new... "Planks" Rob set them in a square shape and create his very own workbench. Rob continued experimenting till he had a wooden pickaxe. Smiling he swung around wondering what to do. The others were building their very own houses and shelters. But would that really stop what goes bump in the night?
Rob turned his gaze to the ocean and a very small island out a little from the land. He smiled and began swimming towards it.
The island was small, suttle, and quiet. The trees moved around slightly, and the boat barely holding up as it is. A robot-like creature was lying beside the tree, having 'O-2' on his shoulder plate. He seemed to be the same height as the others, though, with one huge differance.
He wasnt blocky.
He did not fit the land, and he would probably be useful for salvage. Though, if you looked clear enough, it seemed for him to be a robot, kinda like rob. There were some blocky-plants, some a bush, and it had quite some berries. Most of them have to be hungry. He, however, was a very advanced robot, and could be as such. Lights were barely flickering on his head, but it could mean that he could help the others. It was robs choice.