Day 1 - Day:
I woke up with a throbbing headache and the peaceful sound of waves splashing against the sand. I get up to look around and find myself on a small island with some gnarly cactus, a tree, and some greyish clay. I spend an hour or two thinking of how I got here. Where am I? I must be in the ocean somewhere, but where? WHERE?!
I realize that it will get dark soon so I worked hard to make a small hut out of sand and clay. My head stopped hurting, but I was a little depressed and scared, I watched the bright sun slowly disapeer and fell asleep in the ptch-black dark hearing the waves of the ocean splash against the sand, and weird ominous sounds of moaning and groaning. For now, I am alone in this small island in the middle of who-knows where. I am beginning to get very hungry, and I realize I will end up starving and dieing here.
Day 1 - Night:
In the middle of the night I woke up and heard walking, I slowly crept out of my hut to see if I was rescued. I saw a green creature with no arms so I approached it. It turned around and starting hissing, I ran away from it but it was too late. It exploded and sent my airborne several feet, I landed hard on my face. I got up and sprinted back to my hut, the only chance of survival. I sat there cudled up until the sun rose, I heard screaming and fire, the weird creatures must hate light. I peered out a small window to see a the green creature with no arms staring at me. I hide in the corner and wait for it to leave me alone.
Day 2 - Day:
After the screaming stopped, I looked outside to see if I was alone again, I met the green creature again and ran back inside. I tried being brave and punched it in the face, I would punch it through the window, and duck, and it wouldn't explode. After killing it, it's corpse turned to gunpowder, I found a bamboo type plant and harvested it, I grounded a little bit up and made sweet sugar. I replanted the sugar vines and cut down the tree for wood, too bad I have no fire, or no coal. In the leaves I found two saplings, I placed on where the old tree was, and another on a small grass area, nearby ground zero, the aftermath of a green creature. After that I found some cactus and put it around my hut, hopefully they will be a decent defense against those creepy creatures.
Day 2 - Night:
I spent pretty much all day moving those cactus, and cuddled up in a ball in the corner of the hut, I ate some of the sugar I grounded up earlier. I won't be able to use the sugar as food, I will have to find some sort of animal soon, I think my ribs are beginning to show. I slept in the corner scared, I didn't hear any footsteps and had a good nights sleep. Maybe tomorrow I can be a little more productive and find a way to get fire or oil.
Day 3 - Day:
I began to dig down and found some gravel and a hard stone, it would be futile to try digging with my hands so I had to make a pick strong enough to remove it. I used the wood from the tree to craft a working bench with some tools. I spent a few hours building myself a crude wooden pickaxe. I dug and dug and dug until I hit dirt. Tears of joy poured down my face. I spent a day or so moving it to the surface for more grass.
Day 4 - Dusk:
I worked into the night transporting the dirt to the surface. Only the first night had those creatures so I wonder if they are just temporary or were visiting. I can just imagine everyone looking for me. My wife must be very scared... what about the kids? Did I lose my job? Hopefully they know I was kidnapped and put on a deserted island, hopefully...
Day 1 - Day:
I woke up with a throbbing headache and the peaceful sound of waves splashing against the sand. I get up to look around and find myself on a small island with some gnarly cactus, a tree, and some greyish clay. I spend an hour or two thinking of how I got here. Where am I? I must be in the ocean somewhere, but where? WHERE?!
I realize that it will get dark soon so I worked hard to make a small hut out of sand and clay. My head stopped hurting, but I was a little depressed and scared, I watched the bright sun slowly disapeer and fell asleep in the ptch-black dark hearing the waves of the ocean splash against the sand, and weird ominous sounds of moaning and groaning. For now, I am alone in this small island in the middle of who-knows where. I am beginning to get very hungry, and I realize I will end up starving and dieing here.
Day 1 - Night:
In the middle of the night I woke up and heard walking, I slowly crept out of my hut to see if I was rescued. I saw a green creature with no arms so I approached it. It turned around and starting hissing, I ran away from it but it was too late. It exploded and sent my airborne several feet, I landed hard on my face. I got up and sprinted back to my hut, the only chance of survival. I sat there cudled up until the sun rose, I heard screaming and fire, the weird creatures must hate light. I peered out a small window to see a the green creature with no arms staring at me. I hide in the corner and wait for it to leave me alone.
Day 2 - Day:
After the screaming stopped, I looked outside to see if I was alone again, I met the green creature again and ran back inside. I tried being brave and punched it in the face, I would punch it through the window, and duck, and it wouldn't explode. After killing it, it's corpse turned to gunpowder, I found a bamboo type plant and harvested it, I grounded a little bit up and made sweet sugar. I replanted the sugar vines and cut down the tree for wood, too bad I have no fire, or no coal. In the leaves I found two saplings, I placed on where the old tree was, and another on a small grass area, nearby ground zero, the aftermath of a green creature. After that I found some cactus and put it around my hut, hopefully they will be a decent defense against those creepy creatures.
Day 2 - Night:
I spent pretty much all day moving those cactus, and cuddled up in a ball in the corner of the hut, I ate some of the sugar I grounded up earlier. I won't be able to use the sugar as food, I will have to find some sort of animal soon, I think my ribs are beginning to show. I slept in the corner scared, I didn't hear any footsteps and had a good nights sleep. Maybe tomorrow I can be a little more productive and find a way to get fire or oil.
Day 3 - Day:
I began to dig down and found some gravel and a hard stone, it would be futile to try digging with my hands so I had to make a pick strong enough to remove it. I used the wood from the tree to craft a working bench with some tools. I spent a few hours building myself a crude wooden pickaxe. I dug and dug and dug until I hit dirt. Tears of joy poured down my face. I spent a day or so moving it to the surface for more grass.
Day 4 - Dusk:
I worked into the night transporting the dirt to the surface. Only the first night had those creatures so I wonder if they are just temporary or were visiting. I can just imagine everyone looking for me. My wife must be very scared... what about the kids? Did I lose my job? Hopefully they know I was kidnapped and put on a deserted island, hopefully...