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I awake. The morning sun beats down on me. I stand and look about. Where am I? WHO am I? I seem to be on a grassy island. There are scattered trees and wild animals that seem to wander aimlessly. A sense of urgency strikes me for reasons unknown. An eerie feeling grows stronger as the day wears on as I cautiously explore, confused. I must find shelter. Nay, I must MAKE shelter. But from what? I do not know but they come soon. I start to dig, barehanded. Insufficient, time is of the essence. I need equipment. A shovel? There is nothing to use. I observe a tree, perhaps I can use wood to build a hide? But there is nothing to cut the tree with, and I know that THEY come soon. I stare at the tree. Desperation overcomes me. I punch the tree. Satisfactory.

It begins.