The day started like the others—walking, torch in hand, darting between shadows. But today, I found something... promising. I stumbled across a savanna. At first, I thought I'd struck gold. The grass was thick, stretching out as far as I could see, and I was certain there'd be Beefalo herds grazing somewhere nearby. I could already imagine the steady supply of manure for my crops, warm wool for the winter, and meat for... well, me. But as I walked deeper into the savanna, something was wrong. It was too quiet. No Beefalo. None at all. Just rabbits. Dozens of rabbits. The ground was practically alive with their holes. It's a hunter's paradise, sure—if all you want to eat is rabbit. I guess I'll be setting traps soon enough, but something about the place felt... empty. A savanna without Beefalo is like a laboratory without beakers—just a bunch of dry potential. Still, rabbits are better than nothing. They'll do for now, but I can't rely on them forever.
I moved on, past the savanna, and that's when I found something else—an odd stretch of land where the ground was broken up and littered with rocks and flint. Some of them sparkled with gold. It wasn't a full biome, more like a patch of chaos, scattered with trees, boulders, and debris. The place was strange—like the world itself had cracked open and spilled its guts. I've decided to call it the Mosaic Biome. It wasn't pretty, but it was useful. I filled my pockets with flint and rocks, grabbed some gold for good measure, and made a mental note to return here later if I needed more. Resources like this are rare, and finding this much in one place is a stroke of luck. It's strange—this world keeps trying to kill me, yet it offers these little gifts, almost like it wants me to stay alive. Or at least stay long enough to suffer.
By nightfall, I'd gathered enough to keep myself going for a few more days. I didn't want to stop, but the darkness was closing in, and my torches were running low. I found a quiet spot by some trees and built a campfire. The crackling of the flames was almost comforting. Almost. I cooked up some berries and carrots—not exactly a feast, but better than nothing. Sitting by the fire, I thought about the Beefalo I didn't find and the odd patch of land I did. The world is different this time, but I can't shake the feeling it's all leading somewhere. The resources are there, scattered and waiting, but I don't trust the pattern. It's too random, too chaotic. Maybe it's just the madness talking, or maybe there's something more to this place than meets the eye.
Tomorrow, I'll keep moving. I need to explore more, find the real resources, the real threats. I've gathered plenty today, but winter is coming. Always coming. I'll need more than just rocks and rabbits to survive it.For now, the fire burns low, and my body is tired. I'll sleep lightly tonight—just enough to rest my legs, but not so much that the shadows catch me off guard...