Day 1:

I have awoken in a strange place, with nothing on me but my clothing, a backpack, a blank book, and a pencil. Everything here looks… Odd. The trees are not round, but rectangular. The leaves form blocks as well. Even the dirt and rocks appear to be of a more blocky nature than at home.

I found a small pillar of dirt with another piece beside it. The single piece comes to my waist. Using it as a guide for the height of a “block” of dirt, as I will call it for now, it appears the pillar is four blocks tall. I am, in this new measurement, two blocks tall. I can easily jump a block high, but not much more than that. I think I will explore a bit, and try to find some shelter. While it appears to be early morning, I don’t want to waste my day playing with blocks of dirt.

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I have determined I need tools and resources. I cannot find any pre-built shelter, and to make matters worse, I saw a giant spider come walking out of a nearby cave. Not a place I want to spend my night. I will try to get some wood off of one of the surrounding trees, though without an axe or knife, I imagine that will be difficult.

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Well, I feel rather foolish. I spent about an hour, or at least what feels like it, trying to move a block of wood from the tree or anything like that. Then when I got fed up, I hit the tree. Amazingly, it started to crack. Continuing to hit the tree, the block of wood I was hitting shrank into a very small cube of wood. Though the block was from the middle of the trunk, the tree did not fall over, and the blocks above simply hung in the air. Picking the small cube up, I puzzled over it a minute before setting the cube of wood nearby. It expanded again, forming the original block of wood. 

Since hitting the tree didn’t hurt my hand or give me splinters, I will have to get more wood to make a small shack out of. It will have to suffice until I can figure out how to cut these wooden blocks down into more usable supplies. I imagine if I had a pickaxe I could mine up some of these stones. I certainly can’t break them as I can the wood- It took far longer, and the stone simply vanished instead of shrinking. I can, it seems, pick up dirt and sand the way I do wood, without a tool. There is a small river nearby, and the shore is made of sand blocks. I may be able to do something with them later, so I have put them in my backpack. I suppose I should keep track of my inventory at the moment.

20 blocks of what looks to be oak wood, 4 blocks of dirt, 8 blocks of sand, 1 book, 1 pencil, 1 backpack

That’s not really much. I should see if I can figure out a way to use these for anything more than building a shelter, and probably grab some more wood. While I’m at it, I should figure out how to start a fire. I don’t know how cold it will get here overnight, but I’ll want to be warm.

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I have been unable to figure out how to create a fire, but on the plus side, I have found some apples around where the trees I… Hit down? I didn’t really cut them down I suppose. Either way, there were apples around where the trees had been. I’m thankful for finding those, as I was starting to get hungry. I’ve also spotted what look to be pigs and cows nearby. I’m hoping I can find something to use as a weapon, should I get desperate enough to have to hunt. 

I should really be trying to figure out a weapon, though. I’m not sure what those giant spiders will do if they spot me. I also don’t know what other predators or enemies lurk out here- There could be wolves or bears or… Really, several things. I look to be in a forest, but with how strange this place is, anything could come at me. That makes it all the more important that I get a shelter built as soon as I can.

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I took a break from collecting wood and setting up my shelter to take a look at what I’ve got. I’ve decided I will from now on call the blocks in the environment that are full size just that, blocks. The shrunken versions I will call cubes. As I was holding a cube of wood and trying to figure out how I could cut it down into more usable pieces, a small little image appeared next to my hand that had what looked like four cubes of crates or boxes, or maybe stacked wooden planks. When I took the four cubes, the cube of wood disappeared. This seems like a way to turn one object into another. I will experiment with everything I have, except for this book, and see what else I can do.

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Just as I was about to give up finding something else I could do, I set two of the wooden plank cubes by each other and a floating image of sticks appears. That’s a step forward! I created more planks to see if there’s some other formation that will get me something else. There was one more: If I put four of them in a square of two cubes by two cubes, I saw a strange floating block. I took it and, out of curiosity, placed it in the world. It’s an odd table with nine squares on it in a three squares by three squares square pattern. Putting two cubes on the table, in a vertical line, gets me the floating stick image above the table. I assume this table is to assist in creating objects. I wonder what else I can create using this table. I will spend only a small time testing it, however. I still need to finish my shelter before dark.

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More progress! I managed to make what appears to be a chest. This took eight cubes of wooden planks placed in the outer squares of the table, leaving the center square empty. I’m beginning to wonder if I can combine two different items. This, however, will have to wait until tomorrow. I will finish my shelter and hide out for the night. Tomorrow, I will pack up my inventory of items and head out to try to find any other humans in this place. Hopefully, I can find someone to tell me how to get home.

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It’s almost dark, but I finished my small shelter. It’s three blocks tall, four blocks wide, and three blocks deep. I couldn’t figure out how to build a door, so once I’m inside, I’ll just have to block myself in. I’m sitting outside to write at the moment as I have no flashlight to be able to write inside the building. I kinda wish I had a bed or a sleeping bag as well, but I’ll just have to sleep on the floor for now. I see the sun going down and spiders emerging from the nearby cave. I will retreat inside and try to sleep. Quick end of the day inventory:

1 book, 1 pencil, 1 backpack, 1 chest, 1 combining table, 2 cubes of wooden planks, 4 sticks, 5 cubes of oak wood, 4 cubes of dirt, 8 cubes of sand

Hopefully tomorrow I can begin heading home.

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I didn’t sleep very long before I awoke to a very… Disturbing sound. There was a low moaning and growling just outside. It sounded like something out of a zombie movie. I also hear an odd rattling, and an odd hissing. I’m glad I didn’t wait to take my chances with the night, but I fear what awaits me at dawn. I’m sure, just judging by the sheer amount of sounds, that there are a large number of creatures outside my little hut. I am sure they will be waiting when the sun comes up.

I’m being a little crazy to write this- I broke a piece out of the ceiling to get some light in here. It doesn’t look like any of the spiders that have climbed the building can get through the hole, so that’s good. I tried hitting one with my backpack- It actually knocked the sucker off the roof. I was a bit surprised, but I guess that’s better than nothi—

A freaking arrow just hit the block above my head. I moved out from under the hole, but holy crap! A freaking arrow! Out of nowhere! I think someone or something out there wants me dead, and that is… Scary. I’ll have to be super careful when I leave in the morning. And I’ll have to leave- I can’t risk starving either. I have to get home.

There was just an explosion in the distance. This place is nuts. And the worst part: No one is going to believe any of this when I get home. They’ll all think I lost my mind. No one’s going to be able to explain to me what’s going on. No one’s going to understand what I’m going through here, what I will have been through. And by the end of this, I probably will be out of my mind. I’m not a survivalist, I’m just an average girl. I play on my computer, I watch TV, I go to work, I hang out with friends, but I do not do the outdoors and survival thing. And on top of that, I just heard my chest outside open- Yes, I made the mistake of leaving it, and all my stuff but the backpack and book, out there. I’m not a survivalist. I guess tomorrow I’ll have to collect resources as I walk. I’ll figure it out. I’m plugging up the hole and going to try to sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good day for me.