A nice restful night, a little uncomfortable without clothes but manageable. A couple of minutes by the river and a stab here and there and I notice something voice

  …

  VOICE

  …

  Ok, he's gone, and now I feel lonely.

  Grabbing the three fish for today I start a small fire and let them roast while keeping a watchful eye on them as I clean the rest of the clothing.

  Some linen used as pants, too short and to thin to be used for me, white shirt, same case as above. It's quite odd that he had nothing else on him though, might've dropped it after he ran for his life. He also could've taken a stance and had his tool break leaving him an easy target.

  That metal could come in handy if I need a mace, some of this cloth could be easily sacrificed for a cru… CRAP THE FISH.

  In my absent-minded state one of the fishes had fallen into the fire and started burning, thankfully the other two were just about done the cooking but the black ones now food for his friends. I've finished the clothing though so now its time to head back to the bed.

  Another ten-minute walk to find my home occupied, by a small raccoon-like animal. Grabbing my fishing spear, I charge at the little beast and throw it at a good distance. It takes off into the forest but after chasing it, the wood sticking into it must've slowed it down. Grabbing the little vine and wood I circle it above my head once and slam it into its back. Squealing in pain and terror a couple more strikes and a final merciful separation of head and body through the pointy end of the spear and brute force finishes it off.

  Now I'm a bloody mess, dangling a corpse that holds little value in my hands. Picking up its head I judge its weight and throw it into a nearby thicket. Oddly mid-throw I feel a tingling sensation in my mind before it ends, a little less tired now, odd.

  Tiresome gutting process with the spear I bring the rest of the corpse back into the home, where I hang it on a branch to dry for twenty minutes while I cleanse my body of blood. Bloody clothes are uncomfortable but I'm still not wearing anything.

  …

  Home and fed with fish, with the meat now roasting on the fire I'm eager to try the nearby wildlife. Clothing problem should be sorted now though, with only a shirt, pants and poorly prepared rodent fur I doubt anything too comfortable will be crafted. Still, though, the basics of survival include patching up holes in clothes and creating patched clothes isn’t much of an issue.

  Finishing my plan in mind I tear off one of the arms of the shirt and the strip connecting the front and back with it. Using this cloth as a stitching material I tear the pants into shorts that fit me and expand the size of the legs at the side with the excess material. Using a wooden needle, the job is clumsy and will require daily care but is invaluable if I am to meet someone out here.

  The light ends nearly at the same time as my shorts are finished, I overestimated my flesh's diameter and the shorts are too big but it's better than underestimating it and having to recreate them. At least it's not anything a simple vine can't hold up. I work by firelight into the night and somehow manage to attach the fur from the animal to the shirt through two big notes on each side of the shirt.

  With clothing that will make someone without anything laugh at it, I still find its warmth better than the damp air.

  …

  Sleep was rougher, still better than nothing but still rougher than yesterday. I'm now clothed and with the meat from yesterday as my breakfast my reasoning for staying is now empty. Gathering my few possessions, a small number of metal shards wrapped in a bit of cloth, the two flint stones and fish I augment what was once a hammock into something with tighter holes and wrap it around my back as a pseudo-nap-sack/backpack.

  With my spear strapped to my side and backpack on I journey down-river. The water itself is nice and clear, letting me spend time watching the fish swim by. Mainly the horny pike I spot some other variations of fish but ill only name them if they enter my belly.

  …

  Walking along for nearly half the day I listen for critters in the forest and my ears start to pick up on something. I move in the forest and it appears to notice me as it scuttles away in the opposite direction of me.

  Moments later an odd sound comes into my ears, and without thinking my body tenses and I duck behind a tree angling myself between me and whatever I've come across.

  (Twang!)

  A thud hits the tree and my body relaxes, I hear whatever beast it is let off a squeal of anger. Its squeal is similar to whatever that rodent I killed yesterday was, taking the opportunity I rush at the beast.

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  Passing the tree, I see what's embedded inside and my blood freezes for a moment, out of it sticks an arrow.

  While rushing I imagine what would've happened if the arrow hit me… my blood flowing out falling to the floor in pain and this beast finishing me off. These images create a feeling inside of me…

  What do I feel?

  What is it?

  The blood makes me restless, my death at its hand makes me shiver these two feeling battle it out while my body and spear reach the creature who nearly has another arrow on its bow.

  (Swoosh)

  Stabbing at the beast my mind takes note of it, like fish it has scales covering its body, but its shape is strange… like me it's humanoid. Yet its scales are different than that of a fish, less colorful being a dull grey color. Its height is also extremely small, only two of the rats stacked on top of each other match its size and yet its thin body speaks little of any strength.

  Ignoring its aesthetics, it can finally start pulling the bow back and redirecting my spear from stabbing it I smack it away. Losing its grip on the string the arrow falls from it and it tries to slam me with the bow… useless.

  Using our body height difference to my advantage I slam into it pushing it onto the dead leaves and sticks that litter the forest floor. Slamming my knees into it I hear a snap and the beast lets out a painful squeal. Taking my spear I stab into it, out of the wound gushes red blood and something inside of me snaps.

  Whatever the feelings were earlier finished their war, and the restlessness won. Taking my spear I yell a roar out slamming it down into the beast over and over until it snaps in half. Throwing it away I take my hands and start pounding on its skull repeatedly until I tire.

  Breathing heavily, I finally understood what that feeling that had overtaken me was…

  *Anger.

  Dragging the corpse to the river I wash away the blood from my hands, on them are a couple cuts from bashing its skull but nothing serious.

  Its head with a broken jaw is like a lizard, its whole body is coated in scales and a name comes to mind… Raptoids.

  Regardless of what I call it, like all other beasts I've met so far… my belly hungers for…

  The little meat it provides is tasteless and stringy, completely unappetizing. Next time I'll just catch a fish and feed this guy to them. Much tastier.

  One thing inside of it I found strange was an orb like object, poking and prodding at it I wash it in the water and nothing occurs. Like a rock but smelling it I get a strange hunger open inside of me, throwing it in my mouth I begin to suck on it and return to clearing the beast of items.

  Counting what I have from him are a couple arrows and a long skinny thigh bone I could use for another purpose later. In the motion, earlier after dragging his body I left the bow he had behind, while weak and poorly crafted It still is a bow.

  My pack now would now be much heavier and to compensate for the new weight I tossed the useless vine and wood to the side.

  With the sun going down, and a meal (albeit unpleasant) in my belly Its as good a place as any to sleep. Throw some branches into a pile and lay on my clothes leaves me sleeping easily through the moonlight.

  ....

  Another morning just like any other, except for my sore knees and hand that scaly beast was weak but hurts like punching a tree. Cleaning the cuts on hand that is mostly healed up and gearing everything up after a quick breakfast of horny pike back down the river I went.

  No more incidents followed until I an overcast shadow came on me and things got darker the farther along the path I went until I literally ran face first into it. A cliff.

  Not the top but the Bottom of the cliff, and the water simply vanished into it. I didn’t dare seeing where the river ended up the opening to either. Now I have to options, search the forest or try and climb this thing.

  ~Screen command designated Procloid

  Voice! Eh, what is this?

  ~Eww its a bug, didn't get all the mana flux processing correctly as well as the system translator is... a bit broken. See ya in a couple more days.

  Alright bye, I wonder what that thing was? Either way back to the task at hand, what should I do now?

  Climb to the top of the cliff? Nope, I lack the ability and equipment.

  Turning around I decide to follow upstream slowly walking out of the shadow of the cliff, ten steps in and to the side of me I hear scurrying along the ground. Dropping low I take out my bow and draw an arrow while backing up towards the river.

  Soon my feet touch the water and whatever it notices me, like its taunting me I hear it scurry across the ground and two feeling emerge again. One pulls at my legs and demands I swim to the other side of the river. The other tries to push my back forward telling me to drop my bow and charge at this new threat.

  Enough!

  I shake my head closing my eyes for a split second and whatever it is charged at me. Aiming my bow I have one shot to fire but to my grief, It misses it by a hair, the six-legged creature that looks like a cross between an ant and spider doesn't even flinch at the arrow and charges at my leg.

  A stabbing pain in my leg and a burning sensation drives me mad, and anger appears once more. So I bring my fists down on its back but its hard and doesn't even budge. The pain in my leg intensifies and after three more punches, I lose my balance.

  I collapse on the insect and it struggles to free itself from me. That doesn't stop it from attacking and it bites my left arm and refuses to let go. My arm goes numb for a moment then like my leg a searing pain shoots up my arm forcing a squeal out of my own mouth.

  The pain clears my mind for a brief window letting me think long enough to grab one of the other arrows off my back and stab it inside of the segment between what I guess to be its head and thorax/abdomen and letting the rage take over once more repeatedly ripping out and stabbing this spot until my vision grows blurry and pain increasingly maddening until my vision fades altogether.

  ...

  What feels like days later I wake up in the pitch black darkness with my entire body aching, my throat begging for water and an insect head with its jaw still biting into my arm.