What happened after my meal made me realize that it was the wyvern meat that made me lose all that wait. Hooray wyvern meat!! Goodbye Dad-bod and hello Daddy-bod!!!
I looked at myself through a replica sword of Oath Keeper, the sword of Ser Jaime Lannister. Who I would be on par once I lose all the beer gut I have accumulated. Man what a good day to be alive, It seems that it's not htat bad to be stuck here. I don't know why I lost all these weight but hey, can't complain when it's good for me.
Though the pain with the process is a real nut kicker, and I noticed my stamina is getting better and better as I started making makeshift doors and signs so I won't get lost once I start exlopring. Good thing I have some drawing kit which I have in case I try to make some of my costumes myself. Got some knitting tools to so incase I ripp apart my shirt for the future muscles I'll be getting then I'll be ready.
"Hey handsome." I was really happy seeing my cheekbones appear again these past two years.
"I'm no handsome, you are." boredom hit me so I think it might be good it I have my own volleyball to talk to.
"You flatter me but you my man is one fine specimen!" Alright normal me take over.
I put down Oathkeeper and looked again at the stuff I have with me here.
Make up - check!
Perfume - Check!
'Study' materials - classified!!
Right hand's 'assistants' - in good condition!!
Costumes - check!
Replica weapons - Super check!!
Military Ruck Sack - Affirmative!
Canteen set - very important check!!
Clothes - check!
Sneakers - check!
Boots - Check!
Old military uniforms - check!
Glaring Staff - Check
Bed - check!!
Low Self Esteem - vanishing!!
Daddy-Bod - Appearing!!
Body odor - Always there!
Survival Sense - coming right back up
Common sense - What is that? Just kidding, still has some!!
All of this is really important but what I need immediately right now is salt, I might get some in the meat but I am not sure if it is enough for me. I am quite a foodie and what I remembered watching BBC in TV is the skills of foraging. I might be a pathetic fire starter but I take food very seriously.
How do you think I got this Dad-bod in just two years with my former streamlined body, from 69 kg to 102 kg in two years. Thankfully with my 5'11" height I could still look a little normal but hiding a beer gut is quite hard. Now I'm getting fit again I must rework my body into getting used to sudden surprises.
My Senses re-honed back to the Scout Ranger I used to be, thankfully have so much energy after my meal sessions that I could think fasster and better. High percentage of Oxygen makes my performance better too and I don't get dizzy aanymore just from breathing.
But first things first, the doors I made can't last long with just wood and vines. I need more tools yet with only swords, clubs, axes, knives, hammers, two bows, Javelins, shields and some spartan spears. I couldn't do much with theese, stab my self to death maybe but lazy as I can be I like living more.
"Could I make something with these?" I picked up a a famour warhammer replica of the Orc Thrall in the game world of warcraft. It was one of the biggest and heaviest of my props which I had it made by a professional forger using melted tank armor.
The I remembered the large monsters outside and having something as encumberring like this would be detrimental. But it could be useful for making stuff by using it as a normal hammer. My war haamers here are the one from GOT by King Robert, the Warhammer of the Emperor in Total War: Warhammer II and Fis-it Felix small golden hammer.
Some girls dig Fix-it Felix when the Wreck-it Ralph movie came out, I almost went to second base but I ate chilis that day and I farted. Turns out the girl was allergic to capsaicin and my fart made her breath a mistful of it when we were making out. First time someone kissing me got into shock before third base, we never got to see each other again.
Wait I am getting out of topic here, man to think I even had that epiphany yesterday. Let's get serious here, what skills am I good at which doesn't include starting a fire with sticks. I seem to be rubbing myself with my incompetence in starting a fire really hard, man I can't rub myself too hard right now.
Wait that seemed really wrong in many context, never mind. I just remembered that bearded guy in tiktok that makes tools from rocks and stone. Maybe I should try that, okay let's go and make ourselves suffer!!
[One hour later]
*Clack!
"Ackk!!"
*Crack!
"Ouch!"
*Klang!
"Shit"
*Thud!
"My eye!! Dust in my eye!!"
*Bang!!
"Dammit"
*Crash!!
"Ow my leg!!"
[Four Hours Later]
"Fuck this shit!!"
*Thud!
"Aarghh!!! My little toe!!"
*Bang!
"To hell with this!!"
[After eating]
"Aarghh!!! So hot!! Shit!!"
*Splash!!
"Goobye dad-bod!! Aargh! This sucks!!"
[After Bathing]
"zzzzzzzzz...."
[After waking up]
"Hello handsome!"
"Well hello to you too Handsome"
[After realising the day was so unproductive]
"welp let's hit the sack!!"
And that's how I spent my day trying to make tools using stones and stuff I could use such as my Warhammer which I accidentaly dropped on my foot, getting a dust in my eye cause i'm stupid trying to look at the stone very closely while I strike it with another stone, losing more fat and discovering that wounds heal after I eat the meat, no homo.
In other words I spent the whole day doing absolutely nothing productive, hahaha... Another thing to add to the list.
Creativeness - Non-existent
I'm gonna die hungry :D.....