You look around. You are on a beach, to your left is a forest, and to the distant right is a tundra. The sky is clear, and the sun shines bright. It would be a very nice day... That is if didn't you had absolutely no idea where you are. You walk over to the forest and up to a tree. Time to survive. You begin tearing small pieces of bark off the tree.
The sun indicates that it is late morning, and you now have a large pile of bark. You search the ground around you, looking for a stone. Your shoulders ease as you spot a small crater with some sharp stone in it. You set up some bark and line it with rocks. You take two of the stones and strike them together. No luck, the rocks are moist from the grass. You bury the two stones in a bit of sand to soak up the water. You sit there, bored out of your mind.
It's high noon, and the stones are dry. You strike them together and produce a spark. After striking them seventeen times, the bark ignites. You sit there by the delighting fire for a bit, but you still have work to do. You start sharpening a piece of bark on a large rock. Once it's sharp enough, you set out for a hunt.
It's early evening and you walk up a hill and look down on a small valley, filled with grazing cows. You slide down and ready your... uhh... bark, sword... thingy... and walk up to a cow. You look into it's eyes, and feel a bit guilty for this, but jam the bark through it's eye. The cow died instantly and all of the others ran. You pull out and begin cutting it to pieces. First the limbs, then the head. You divide up the parts, little to your knowledge, wolves are gathering in the trees around you.
It's late evening, and the wolves dash straight out of the trees. There are only three, so you can take them. The first lurches at you, but you sidestep out of the way. The second one tries to drag away the torso, but you run up to it and kick it in the face. The wolf whimpers, staggers back, and prepares to leap. The third hurls itself at you. Your reflexes kick in, and as soon as it's close enough, you stab it in the side of the skull in mid-air. It falls to the ground, dead. The other two wolves hesitate and then run. You got lucky, they don't normally travel in packs so small.
The sun is setting and you have little time, no shelter, and no defense. You have to cut the cow torso in half to make it lighter, but there's no time. Instead you choose to drag along the corpse of the wolf. You'll be eating tonight, but that doesn't guarantee your survival. After all, you spent a large portion of the day chopping a dead cow apart.
You look around. You are on a beach, to your left is a forest, and to the distant right is a tundra. The sky is clear, and the sun shines bright. It would be a very nice day... That is if didn't you had absolutely no idea where you are. You walk over to the forest and up to a tree. Time to survive. You begin tearing small pieces of bark off the tree.
The sun indicates that it is late morning, and you now have a large pile of bark. You search the ground around you, looking for a stone. Your shoulders ease as you spot a small crater with some sharp stone in it. You set up some bark and line it with rocks. You take two of the stones and strike them together. No luck, the rocks are moist from the grass. You bury the two stones in a bit of sand to soak up the water. You sit there, bored out of your mind.
It's high noon, and the stones are dry. You strike them together and produce a spark. After striking them seventeen times, the bark ignites. You sit there by the delighting fire for a bit, but you still have work to do. You start sharpening a piece of bark on a large rock. Once it's sharp enough, you set out for a hunt.
It's early evening and you walk up a hill and look down on a small valley, filled with grazing cows. You slide down and ready your... uhh... bark, sword... thingy... and walk up to a cow. You look into it's eyes, and feel a bit guilty for this, but jam the bark through it's eye. The cow died instantly and all of the others ran. You pull out and begin cutting it to pieces. First the limbs, then the head. You divide up the parts, little to your knowledge, wolves are gathering in the trees around you.
It's late evening, and the wolves dash straight out of the trees. There are only three, so you can take them. The first lurches at you, but you sidestep out of the way. The second one tries to drag away the torso, but you run up to it and kick it in the face. The wolf whimpers, staggers back, and prepares to leap. The third hurls itself at you. Your reflexes kick in, and as soon as it's close enough, you stab it in the side of the skull in mid-air. It falls to the ground, dead. The other two wolves hesitate and then run. You got lucky, they don't normally travel in packs so small.
The sun is setting and you have little time, no shelter, and no defense. You have to cut the cow torso in half to make it lighter, but there's no time. Instead you choose to drag along the corpse of the wolf. You'll be eating tonight, but that doesn't guarantee your survival. After all, you spent a large portion of the day chopping a dead cow apart.
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Retired StaffI can't wait for what's next... I wonder if the antagonist will be the same one from last time...
[12:41] Coffeeeeeee!
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[16:29] "And lo, the tacos were delicious"
upload new chapters often =)
I'll be sure to try releasing them daily, but keep in mind that I need to keep up on school and track as well.