I was in my log cabin.
And I was like.
Meh.
I want to make a sword.
But all of the wood I had gathered earlier that day , was in the cabin.
So , I opened the door.
And looked out.
It seemed safe.
I was like. Meh. Again.
So I walk out.
And from the roof of my cabin , with a great leap , a quadpedical green creature leaped towards me.
In an instinct , I took out my sharpest object , wich happened to be a sharp flint , and stuff it in the creature's head. The creature did not look too happy. As soon as I stepped away from him , he fell to the ground , bleeding from the sharp wound in his head. I stand there , at a safe distance , when suddenly , he explodes.
Did not really matter seeing I was far away enough. Little did I know that he was calling for assistance , in a kamikaze-matter. I proceed to cut down a tree , when his clan shows up.
Their faces filled with rage , and anger.
They appoach me from a fair distance , and I quickly pop down a crafting bench I had created from the wood I had just punched out of a tree with my bare hands. I proceed to make a sword in a hurry , made out of nothing but wood. As I finish whipping up my crappy mini-sword , I see the clan of creatures is now only 10 meters away. they start surrounding me , and I panic. I immediately face down , and dig a hold in the earth for my dear life. just as I want to cover up the top of this hole with a large boulder , one of the creaturees hops in , and primes itself to blow up. Seeing I did not want to die that night , I took out my sword and lunged in to kill the creature. I struck it for a brief moment , and then his face became filled with anger , his face swell up , he made loud hissing noises , and the next thing I know , I am in the dark.
Alone.
On a sandy beach.
Tl;dr , got raped by a creeper on my roof , that exploded but didnt kill , then got raped by his friends and died.
