As soon as the first rays of light entered into my makeshift home I began the task of clearing the entrance to the cave. Once done I decided I wanted to test out a theory I had. After all, in this kind of thing, the person could normally call upon the interactive interface in some way. Calling out a few commands I found that calling out :Help: or :Inventory: seemed to pull up the semi-transparent blue box. Swapping right a few times I saw what appeared to be a list of tools. None were much more than basic sticks and stones but we have to start with the basics. After reading the prerequisites I came to the unfortunate conclusion that punching a tree with your bare hands was an idiotic endeavor on the very best of days. If I wanted to get anything I needed tools. In this case a rock. Looking around the nearby area I was able to pile about ten or so rocks and began the slow and arduous task of working them all to a fine edge.
By the time I was done the Sun was midway across the sky. Pulling myself up to my feet I walked over to the damnable tree and struck it with my hand ax. At first, nothing seemed to happen and so I struck it again and again and again. With each consecutive hit small nearly imperceptible cracks began to form along the trunk of the tree until at long last the sound of wood giving way could be heard.
"There She Goes"! I yelled in utter joy as the tree fell with a loud thud. With that now done I began the task of cutting the limbs off and setting them aside for later use. What that use would be I had no idea but I was sure I would find a use for them soon enough. By the time the tree was delimbed, my stomach began to growl in clear need of food. This I knew was going to be a right pain as I had zero hunting experience and had no way of doing so easily. Just as that thought entered into my head a ping was heard and soon thereafter a brown-colored box dropped upon the soft earth. Opening it I saw a collection of various bows and arrows, meats, and a basic rundown on the dos and don'ts of how to hunt. All in all, I now had food to eat should this fail but also a very minuscule understanding on how to hunt. Picking up a stick I worked it to a point and placed a small bit of meat upon it and set it aside as I readied a fire. A minute later the sound of wood popping in the small campfire and the warmth of the fire was a godsend to me as I happily cooked my food and ate. When that was done I figured that was a good time to look around my surroundings. A good hour or two later I had mapped out an area three miles in all directions. A small river snaked its way in the north, an abandoned village lay to the west, the blue waters of the sea to the east, and lastly the same to the south. Wherever I was I knew one fact. It had game. Sufficient amounts of game that I doubted quite strongly I would ever run out. It was only when I had settled back down next to the now-dead fire that I saw it. A small green seed. Picking it up a box appeared.
: Oak Seed: it read as it slowly rotated in its holographic display. Reading over the info it seemed that seeds grow at a rate of three days and a day and a half with fertilizer so my wood problem should be solved in a few days at most. With that worry now gone I dug a small hole, planted the seedling, and reentered my cave for the night. As I slept a direwolve slowly prowed the nearby area. Its eyes glowing in the pale moonlight.