The fist thing I did in game was drop my fishing rod behind the chest it came out of. I spent about twenty minutes patiently trying everyway I could to get the darn thing but it was behind the box and my right clicks kept clicking the box. I had to abandon it. The next thing I did was right click on the air space between the rungs in the ladder and come to the conclusion the right clicking on it was not the way to go. But I knew I had to climb that darned ladder so eventually a patient sequence of right click and left clicking in that general direction got me to the top. I concluded there was something wonky about the interface not that I had been missing the rungs.
It was dark.
RoB was obviously rather settled since it was full of other people's baskets and houses so I started hiking, into the dark occassionally blundering into unseen obstacles that required me to back up and try again. I figured I should go fairly far out and that was my game plan. Daylight hit and so did the foxes...
I spent the first three days of game play either blundering around in pitch blackness, or swearing about the foxes. I remember more than one game session where I spent a third of my time lying in a little pool of blood with x's whirling above my eyes. Often while I lay moribund and bleeding a second fox would amble up and begin eating so I would continue to lie there while my player darted back and forth to the kitchen making toast and waiting until the foxes would back off enough that I could leap up and race behind an apple tree. It had to be an apple tree so I could stand and eat or my stamina and food bars and shp would not improve. My shp spent a lot of time down around 3 and often I was attacked by another fox which came in from the other side. Every day I would hike out from RoB back to get slaughtered. I wasn't even stuck in Mordor. I assumed the foxes were just as bad at RoB.
After about a four days of play I discovered how to light torches.