Pickaxe-Personal Narrative

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Out in the middle of nowhere, a wave showers on me. “Ughhh, wait what the.” I yell. “Where am I?” As I stood up, I gazed around trying to figure out where I was. “What is this place?” I muttered. I took a gander out on the horizon and saw a big sphere like object. “This looks like a pretty eerie place." I'm equipped with clothes, an axe, and a pickaxe. Confused why I have this stuff. I dreamed about those survival TV shows I once watched. So I began hitting trees to make myself a small wooden base. As I was hitting the tree, I scanned around to figure what I could possibly hit with the pickaxe. "What is that over there?" I asked to myself, strolling up to the odd looking rock. Hitting the odd looking rock with my pickaxe, I got stone and different ore from it. …show more content…

I bolted up to it and killed it with my axe. I harvested pork, leather, fat, and bone fragments from the boar. At my base, I quickly constructed a clay furnace and filled it up with wood and lit it to a blaze. I crammed the pork in and let it cook until I noticed it was done. Enjoying this pork, I thought about upgrading my small wooden base into a stone base, with a door and roof. I finish the base off and start to wonder out towards the humongous sphere looking object out in the horizon. As I'm getting closer, I noticed a lot of other bases. Now coming up on this tall sphere object, I can tell that there's a way to get up. A thin rusty beam was stretched out across a platform. I slowly walked across it and saw a green wooden box. I inspected the inside and find a Thompson with 42 pistol bullets. So I load the Thompson and continue up. On the top, I discover 4 more green wooden boxes. I looked in all of them and found a flamethrower, cans of beans, and more pistol bullets. I was surprised of how I found such great loot in, "What even is this

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