When I woke up, I was freezing cold in the middle of the tundra with absolutely nothing around me. All my hard work—gone, stolen. By what? Goblins? Maybe some clan? How could they have moved an entire cargo container overnight? It had to be those goblins. Great. Back to square one, with absolutely nothing left. They didn't even leave me a bat or anything to defend myself, not even the clothes on my back. This place is ruthless. At least they didn't kill me—probably would've attracted some kind of Nigel or worse.
Well, first things first: I need to head back to the desert. That might be the only place left for a noob like me who's now left with only a makeshift loincloth, a handful of berries from a nearby bush, and a relatively large stick. I trudged toward the desert, hoping to find an oasis where I could set up some kind of shelter, have a steady water source, and a place to sleep.
The trek was miserable, but eventually, I found the edge of the desert. On the way, I came across a rotting carcass—some kind of Nigel, I think. I'm still not used to calling them that. Desperate for warmth, I decided to use it as clothing, cleaning it off as best as I could. After what felt like an eternity in the snow, I finally reached the desert. A sigh of relief escaped me; at least I hadn't gotten frostbite... or maybe I had? Hard to tell.
Then, I spotted it: a small oasis with a quaint pond (if you can call it that), a few palm trees, and all the classic signs of shelter. I ran over, drank as much water as I could, and gathered dry sticks to start a campfire. At last, I felt warm after all that tundra cold. As I sat by the fire, though, I realized I still had no food.
Determined, I searched for something edible and found some suspicious-looking mushrooms. Don't worry—I didn't eat them, but I did notice a Nigel nearby trying to catch a butterfly. He looked surprisingly peaceful, so I tossed him a mushroom. He ate it and died instantly. At least he went out peacefully, and at least I had something to eat tonight, even if it smelled disgusting.
I found a jagged stone sharp enough to cut, and I hacked away at the Nigel meat. My knife skills are terrible, and this is basically the crappiest "knife" I've ever used, but I managed to get enough for a small meal. Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, the sky opened up, and it started to rain. Perfect. Just perfect.
Sitting under the largest leaf I could find for shelter, I hoped tomorrow might be better. I'd need to start building some real shelter—no way I'm going through another night like this.