I awoke today on the shore of a small beach. Even with my limited memory, I was sure this is not where I should have waken up.

Diaries of a Lost Adventurer

Day 0

I should explain everything. I am, from what I have been able to gather from my memory, a human. However, not an average human. My arms are simply long rectangular boxes. So are my legs. And my torso. I hope my head is not also rectangular, or I may look quite the spectacle!

I do not have a very good memory, likely caused by some kind of blunt trauma to the head. I can remember the most trivial things, but some of the most important information is gone. For example, I remember how to walk, write and pick things up, but I do not remember my name, the name of the language I write so clearly or how to bend my arms. That last one may be due to the transformation, however.

One thing is certain: I am not going to go anywhere just sitting and writing silly musings. I need to build a structure for nighttime, in case I am attacked by a grue.

Though, before I begin my job, I should at least detail how I am chronicling my adventures.

When I woke up, I saw a book and pen at my side. The book was blank, and bound in leather. The pen was full of ink, and had "BIC" written on it.

Who is BIC? Is BIC my name?

Even without knowledge of much else, I can tell that "BIC" would be a stupid name to have.

I must build my structure now, before nighttime. I will chronicle the materials used in the building of my structure when done.

==Craft==

It is simply stunning!

I have made it out of dirt, on the beach where I had awoken. It is one space off the ground, with a step to get inside. The walls and roof are all dirt, and I am almost scraping my head on the roof!

While collecting dirt, I came acros several trees. I collected wood from about 3 of them, and ended up with 16 pieces. After building the structure, I am left with 5 chunks of dirt. And I have come into possession of 2 "pork-chops" through a scuffle best left out of the innocent pages of my diary.

All in all, it was a good day. I can only hope the night is good too.

END

AN: This is Chapter 1 of a 3 chapter abandoned fic, which i'll be posting invetween shots of awesomeness. Don't like it? Learn to.