Im working on a rough outline of a short story im thinking of writing. here are the results.
>.> Just remember, ITS ROUGH.
--Chapter One--
Suddenly, you wake up on a sandy beach in the middle of BFE. ( http://bit.ly/phLf15 - Urban dictionary... >.>) All of the sudden, Its 10,000 BC and you are Flippin lost. Hmm. the human side of you kicks in and realizes you need shelter, Fast. You play mike Tyson's punch-out until you gather some wood to make a bench and some tools. you dig into the side of a nearby mountain, discovering a small vein of coal. you close off the shelter with a door as the sun starts to go down. Luckily you have enough wood to last the night. you make stone tools from the stone you collected as you dug a shelter. you continue to dig back, finding coal, and gravel as you mine. continuing to dig, you wonder aimlessly about your existence, and why he just "knew" how to survive in this un-hospitable terrain.
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