
it seems i have opened my eyes for the first time in my life. my childhood seems a blur. as i strain to remember how i got here or why i am naked, thoughts of survival immediately override my brain. there are more important tasks at hand now, and night has already fallen.

surrounded by all manner of berries and wild edibles, i begin the task of finding myself a supply of food. despite the overwhelming urge to eat everything in sight i find myself unable to touch anything. what a strange world i have found myself in.
day 2
i have learned that hearthlings are a strange breed of animal. they exhaust all resources in the area and expand into their surroundings, to devour even more. if i am to survive in this world, i must travel far beyond the area in which i first found myself. to that point, i have decided that i should find a cave. even with the threat of bats it would prove a far better dwelling than out in the open. oh, and i also learned how to not be stupid. i have collected many queer items in my travels, and through this experience i have learned to better myself. i am now able to forage, lumberjack, and hunt. simple steps into a more complicated existence.
day 3

i have traveled long, into the far reaches of the world untouched by hearthling hands. i have also fashioned myself a shirt of stinging nettles and a pack. i am not brave enough to wear pants of stinging nettles, however. with the goal of finding myself a home completed i will set to the task of making my dwelling a more suitable place to live. this will take some time, but time is the one thing i have in plenty.