day 61: Speaking of bears and pigs. I have encountered ManBearPig......holy shit Al Gore was right. I run in terror till I slam head first into tree dying in the process
Day 70:I set sail in my raft and after many hours the air became colder and the see froze over. I walked over the frozen sea until I found land and constructed a house out of snow.
Day 71: I don't feel content with my house. So I make it a tower that reaches as high as the sky. After it's done I ponder jumping off hoping that this time it will let me escape this hell.
Day 72: I climb back down the tower deciding that I will make bread for the rest of my life and stockpile it in the hopes that a zombie invasion will occur one day.
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