Muck, the book. Day 1

Day One

Fred opened his eyes to the blinding sun and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore. "Wow," he muttered, rubbing his head. "Where am I? And why do I feel like I just lost a wrestling match with a tree?"

He looked around. Nothing but grass, trees, and a single Rock lying nearby. A deep, instinctual urge took over. He picked up the Rock. It felt... right.

"With this, I shall conquer the world," Fred declared, wielding it like Excalibur. Then he smacked a tree. It hurt. A lot.

"Okay, maybe not like that," he muttered, shaking his stinging hand. After some trial and error (and a lot of bruises), he finally gathered enough Wood to craft the legendary Workbench.

Now feeling like a true survivalist, Fred built wooden tools, which had the durability of a wet paper towel. But progress was progress.
As the sun began to set, Fred noticed strange figures in the distance. Tiny, hunched creatures with glowing eyes.

"Huh. Must be friendly animals," he thought.

They were not friendly animals.

Out of nowhere, a Dave sprinted at him like Conan. "AHHH!" Fred screamed, wildly swinging his Rock of Destiny (as he had now named it).

SMACK! The Dave recoiled. "Take that, foul creature!" Fred yelled, feeling powerful.

Then two more Daves appeared.

Then five.

"OH NO," Fred panicked, running in circles as the Daves chased him.

"asjkdhlaskjdhlaskjdh!!" he screamed as he tripped over his own Workbench.

Somehow, through sheer luck (and the power of the Rock of Destiny), Fred defeated the Daves. Exhausted, hungry, and traumatised, he ate a Slurbon Shroom he found on the ground. It tasted awful, but at least he wasn't dead.

As he curled up under the stars, gripping his Rock of Destiny for dear life, Fred thought to himself:

"What is this place?"