At last, some semblance of order. I've spent the day focusing on something practical—a camp. A proper one, not just a fire pit hastily thrown together to keep the darkness at bay. No, this is something more... deliberate. A foundation, if you will. A base of operations. If I'm going to survive here, I need a place to regroup, rest, and—most importantly—plan.
First things first, I've carved out a spot near the edge of the grasslands, close to a forest but not in it—can't risk another Treeguard popping up when I least expect it. I've learned my lesson from that little incident. The location seems ideal, with enough trees for firewood, and open space for setting traps and storing supplies. I even have a few rabbit traps already set, though my luck with them has been... mixed. Still, it's a start. I've crafted a few essentials as well. My tools are in much better condition—an axe, a pickaxe, even a shovel. It's amazing how much easier things become when you've got the right tools in hand. It's... humbling, really. Here I am, a man of science, reduced to chopping down trees and digging up stumps. But as I've come to realize, the most brilliant mind in the world is useless without the means to apply that brilliance.
Next on my list was a fire pit—a permanent one, this time. No more scrambling for grass and logs when night falls. This fire will burn bright every night, and I won't have to worry about the cold (for now) or the darkness. With the fire pit set up, I feel safer... at least until the hounds return. I've also begun to organize my resources. Rocks and logs go here, twigs and grass there. It's rudimentary, but it feels like... progress. Progress is important. Structure is important. If I can bring order to this camp, maybe I can bring order to the madness around me. The shadows have been quieter today, though I know they're lurking, waiting for another moment of weakness. But I digress. Today was a good day, a productive day. I even found time to craft a science machine—a true triumph! Who would have known a piece of gold, few woods and rocks can do something like this?! With it, I can prototype new tools, new structures! There's something invigorating about it, hearing the hum of discovery, even in this wilderness. It reminds me of my old laboratory. Ah, the smell of chemicals, the sound of beakers clinking... but no time for nostalgia. There's work to be done.
As for food, I've been foraging what I can. Berries are scarce, and rabbits... well, they're unreliable at best. I'll need to diversify soon—perhaps I can start experimenting with the cookpot once I gather enough materials. I have theory that even monster meat can be made into something palatable with the right ingredients. It's a gamble, but one I'll have to take if I want to avoid starving. After all, don't want to starve, right? Haha.
Winter, though. I can feel it in the wind now. The days are too cold. I mean just few days I was outvog my mind and... the weather is this cold? I might be doomed... I need to start gathering food and resources, not just for now, but for what's coming. Firewood, stone, food—if I'm not prepared, I'll freeze to death long before I starve.
So, here it is—my camp. My little piece of stability in a world full of chaos. It's far from perfect, and I still have much to do, but it's something. A home base. A place to return to. And in a world like this, that's worth more than gold.I wonder if anyone else is out there, building their own little campfires, wondering if they're truly alone. Or maybe I'm the only one left. Either way, I'll be ready for whatever comes next.
Progress. Progress is good.