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Date - Unknown
Day - Unknown
Journal I
I found myself, on a beach. My feet buried in the warm sand as the sun struck down on me. My vision cleared slowly, but I was soon able to make out the bare outlines of my surroundings. A patch of grass beside me, water to my right. I hadn't any idea of my location. My rugged clothes hung down with cuts in the cloth, and holes in the weaving. My fist was dirty and my hair long. It dangled down on my forehead bothering and distracting me from my work, I don't actually know, my work. My vision was, by now good enough to clearly see the trees, ponds, and animals around me.
Being me, whoever I am, I walked over and around the beach. Looking over the waterlines and seeing mountains in the distance. I found myself deep in a small forest. Surrounded by trees I decided to sit in the shade and catch my breath. As I sat my mind was pacing on what to do. I eventually decided I was alone, and in need of shelter.
After a closer examination of my surroundings I found a good amount of holes in the ground, they seemed to go deep into the earth, others stopped after a few feet. The sun started to go down and the light was replaced with darkness. In my mind, I was safe. Soon finding it hard to see and hearing strange noises in the distance I walked into one of these pits.
Once deep in, i saw a light in the distance. Hot boiling liquids fell out of the walls and into a pit. The sight of this made me sweat. I decided it wasn't safe to touch and or drink after tossing a pebble in and watching it disintegrate in-front of me.
Exploring more, I turned a corner. A clank sounded in the distance. Soon a wooden object flew out of the darkness jabbing me in the side. In pain i fell, (The wound still hasn't began to heal as of now) I was able to move before the next arrow came over chipping the stone beside me. I hopped up to the surface, breathing the air, and trying to make the best of my wound. I think it is best as of now to make a shelter. As of now I am sitting upon a rock, the rock is on a ledge, hovering over a 50m high cliff face. But first, I require materials to do so...before that...thing comes back....
Date - Unknown
Day - Unknown
Journal I
I found myself, on a beach. My feet buried in the warm sand as the sun struck down on me. My vision cleared slowly, but I was soon able to make out the bare outlines of my surroundings. A patch of grass beside me, water to my right. I hadn't any idea of my location. My rugged clothes hung down with cuts in the cloth, and holes in the weaving. My fist was dirty and my hair long. It dangled down on my forehead bothering and distracting me from my work, I don't actually know, my work. My vision was, by now good enough to clearly see the trees, ponds, and animals around me.
Being me, whoever I am, I walked over and around the beach. Looking over the waterlines and seeing mountains in the distance. I found myself deep in a small forest. Surrounded by trees I decided to sit in the shade and catch my breath. As I sat my mind was pacing on what to do. I eventually decided I was alone, and in need of shelter.
After a closer examination of my surroundings I found a good amount of holes in the ground, they seemed to go deep into the earth, others stopped after a few feet. The sun started to go down and the light was replaced with darkness. In my mind, I was safe. Soon finding it hard to see and hearing strange noises in the distance I walked into one of these pits.
Once deep in, i saw a light in the distance. Hot boiling liquids fell out of the walls and into a pit. The sight of this made me sweat. I decided it wasn't safe to touch and or drink after tossing a pebble in and watching it disintegrate in-front of me.
Exploring more, I turned a corner. A clank sounded in the distance. Soon a wooden object flew out of the darkness jabbing me in the side. In pain i fell, (The wound still hasn't began to heal as of now) I was able to move before the next arrow came over chipping the stone beside me. I hopped up to the surface, breathing the air, and trying to make the best of my wound. I think it is best as of now to make a shelter. As of now I am sitting upon a rock, the rock is on a ledge, hovering over a 50m high cliff face. But first, I require materials to do so...before that...thing comes back....
At least you might have a warning, unlike me when a creeper decide it would be nice to a tea party on top of my door frame.
Oh, you should have said "Would you fancy a spot of tea and some crumpets, my good sssssssir?" to the Creeper.