Challenge: No dialogue. Any ‘verse
What struck her at first was the alienness of the world. Even before she had to ponder how she got here or what ‘normal’ was supposed to be.
Everything had right-angles to it. The things that were not cubes of… stuff… were flat, two dimensional objects, things that looked like paper props from a tinkertoy town, or moving creatures also seemingly made of cubes.
But it was real. She was there. And she wanted to live.
First things needed for survival. Water. Food. Shelter. Sanity. In that order. The last of those was already dodgy, if her perception of the landscape was any indication.
The water by the beach seemed to be fresh. At least… it didn’t taste of salt. It didn’t even taste of water. She could build a bivouac out of branches… if the branches didn’t vanish in a shower of green particles when she tried to grab them.
The trees did not fall, but parts of their trunks became -of course!- cubes of tree trunk when she punched them into oblivion. She woodpecked a handful of trees into oblivion and found by chance that she could turn trunks into planks, and planks into sticks.
Planks arranged in a simple two-by-two square made a workbench, which gave her a three-by-three space to arrange things. Sticks and planks together made all sorts of things.
Wood was useful. Essential in this strange world.
Very strange world. Oak trees dropped apples. Grass dropped wheat seed and, after a few false tries, she had a house and a farm.
She could have spent a lifetime without encountering the Silent Things. They were tall, and green, and in form and function, they were giant dicks. They seemingly existed to sneak up on her and blow things up.
A wide moat and death-trap combo did for them. And they seemed to vanish after midday. Off to whatever dark pit they preferred when they weren’t being pains in the butt.
There were many hazards to this strange world. And many things to do.
At night, she would watch the monsters gather and perish in her trap. All but the tall and dark ones, who could teleport away from water.
She learned not to look directly at them.
To keep herself sane… or what passed for sane… she turned her hand to creating things out of the landscape. Carving a castle out of a mountain. Creating a wondrously beautiful garden. Building a railway to her varied resources.
It wasn’t so bad. Once you got used to handling the enormous dicks.
Pretty much like the life before…
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