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Great, he thought, another loading screen. I thought I had got past the last one!
He chuckled silently. "Well, at least the load time wasn't long."
Picking himself up, he quickly twisted his head, looking all around. He had been in this situation a couple times before—not knowing where he was, although it didn't come with a loading screen—but this is the first time he's had an environment this varied. Well, not varied per sé, but still more extreme than what he's used to. From where he was, he couldn't see any flat land, simply hills and mountains for miles. Desert. Grasslands. It didn't matter, really, because it was all far steeper than he would particularly like. Ledges, though, would at least help him make sure he didn't literally break a leg as he figuratively broke a leg up and down the hill.
Ideally, he wouldn't have to stay here too long, but the world knew him too well. He never could get a break, and being a stranger in a strange land was just the next level. Once he'd finished mapping out the area, he started his not-so-gradual descent. By descent, I of course mean free-fall into the sea. It's actually a miracle he landed in the sea in the first place. He was a metre away from death, and that's no good.
He wandered out of the sea, confused, moaning, and hungry. In the distance, he spotted some trees. They had apples growing on them, and so he flew to the green applebasket. What kind of apples hung there? Were they infested? "Who cares?!" he said, and picked two. He bit into the greenish yellow apple, with some juice being pressed out of the thick flesh, dribbling down his chin. He knew he could eat apples because he had done so before, probably. He wasn't sure what to think at this point, but he knew that anything is better than starving out in the Wilderness.
He cut one tree down, making sure to take a cutting for later. Lugging the wood from its old home, he made a little indentation in the ground in a small flat area in the middle of a 1 in 10 incline. Or something, he wasn't quite sure about it either. In fact, there were few things he was sure about. But what he was sure about was that he was male. He found that out the hard way earlier.
He set down the log, looking hard and long for a stone to cut it with. There were plenty, and as soon as he found the right stone, he dove it into the wood, splitting it into two and making some sticks as a byproduct. "Well—", he said, a plan forming. He cut some grass from the surrounding area, a task not difficult at all, and formed an axe. Crafted, even. Who knows, maybe he'll eventually mine alongside crafting. That would be much better because then he could be self sufficient, and self sufficiency rocks. It's especially useful on this island remote enough to not have a name that he could remember. It probably had one, but his mind drew a blank when he tried to think about it, so he named it Thornaby. "Wait, no, that's stupid" he said, smacking himself for thinking that. "I have a better alternative." And so, Donnegram Base was christened.
After a few hours, stones, and pickaxes later, he had a sizeable collection of coal, a stove, and a drafting bench. All he needs to survive the night.
Knock knock. It's the night. It's here and it's dark, and who knows what's out there. He dug out a little hole, put up a torch, and set the door into the roughly human sized impression. There better not be any monsters that can shoot bees, that would absolutely suck. It would be even worse if they had stripper armour, but rather than just look somewhat arousing to some (somehow), be actually effective in combat. Then again, bows don't exactly have the biggest spread, so he should be fine.
The night, as most nights were, was cold, and the torch was about to burn out soon. He had an empty book in his hand, a courtesy the universe provided alongside a set of unused torches. Coal as an instrument, he set to work recording the events prior.
And sleep, he really really needed sleep. In fact, he needed it so much that he did. It was some good sleep too, no dreams, it seemed like the night passed in a second.