Note: I inspired from the offical field note "New Tools" when I wrote this day.
I've always considered myself a man of science, a thinker! My life's work was about unlocking the mysteries of the universe, probing its depths with my mind. Now, here I am, reduced to scraping by with flint and twigs—digging holes, chopping down trees, and fending off the creeping darkness. This world has no room for the luxury of thought alone; survival here demands action.
I must admit, despite my frustration at this manual labor, I do feel a sense of grim satisfaction in creating something useful. I crafted a simple axe today, using the flint and twigs I gathered. It's crude, but it gets the job done. I also fashioned a pickaxe for mining, which should help me gather more stone and precious metals. The land here is rich with resources, though scattered and spread across different terrains. It's strange to think I've become a laborer, living off the sweat of my brow. But at least I don't have to rely on my bare hands anymore. Once I had my tools, I set out to gather more resources—logs for fires, stones for crafting, and food, which is always a priority so I don't starve. Berries and carrots are keeping me alive for now, but they're scarce. I've seen rabbits darting through the grass, and with the right traps, I might be able to catch a few. Food is something I'll have to plan for carefully. It's becoming clear that this place doesn't care about my needs.
As I explored further today, I realized how disoriented I've been. I'm not familiar with this land, and wandering aimlessly could prove disastrous in the long run. I need a proper map. I've always prided myself on logic and observation, so I'll put those skills to use. Every area I visit, every biome I explore, will go onto this map—fields, forests, swamps, even that cursed Pigmen village. I need to know where I've been and, more importantly, where I might find what I need to survive. I think I am doing better than I thought I would!
I marked out several landmarks later today: the rocky plains where I found gold, the swamp with its twisted, hostile air, and the savanah where I saw those strange beefalo creatures again. It's a patchwork of different ecosystems, each with its own dangers, I think, and resources. I'm starting to see the bigger picture now, though it's still incomplete. This place is larger—and stranger—than I originally thought. And I haven't yet found a place that feels right for a permanent camp, but I know it's only a matter of time before I'll need to settle down. I'll continue to map as much as I can tomorrow. If I find a spot that has the right balance of resources, I'll set up a base camp. If I am lucky of course...
This life style is strange, brutal, and far from the intellectual pursuits I'm used to. But science isn't just about the mind—it's about adapting, observing, and evolving. And in that respect, I've always been a survivor! The sun is setting, and the fire is crackling. Darkness will be here soon, but I'm prepared this time. My mind feels a little clearer with each day I endure in this place. I'll find a way out of this... or die trying...
Nevermind... I heard something... And it doesn't sound good...