Day 1
The sun has risen. I have nothing but the pop tart that is my back and my rainbow tail. Suddenly, there is the incessant oinking of pigs. They are inferior creatures and must be destroyed. But I have only my paws as a weapon. After bludgeoning the pig to death, I find a delicious pork chop. But it is not yet time to eat, for I have use for my newly acquired item. There is something strangely satisfying in the senseless murder of pigs with pieces of their brethren.
The elusive brown sheep has been spotted. It is a good omen for this journey.
It is raining now, the night is coming. Zombies are not so easy to bludgeon with pork. I must build a shelter, but I only have dirt - it will have to do. A hurried, two meter square enclosure seems to suffice, although I have neglected to collect enough for a roof. Can spiders fly?'
Another flaw in my plan, now that the roof has been added. The room is in total darkness and all I can do is hop aimlessly in place.
Restlessness has already led to poor decisions. Nyan cats are not the most patient of creatures. There was still some daylight through the clouds, so I ventured from my improvised fortress only to be greeted by arrows and spiders and more spiders. I fled, but only into more monsters.... eventually, out of food and fearing the impending night, I jumped into a small pool of water and hid in a shallow cave. This is where I now wait for the rain to stop. If I leave this cave, I will almost certainly die. I am beginning to think that is the optimal plan.
