Sent to a world that isn't my own
Unfamiliar landscape to which I've been thrown
Broad plains stretch and mountain rise high
Silent as a carcass under the sky
Cold and warmth mean nothing here
Robbed of all feeling but joy and fear
I fell a tree, I cut some stone
But something tells me I'm not alone
Each step I take, a question grows
Why am I here? Nobody knows
I kill some sheep, I cook some food
Then pick some flowers to raise my mood
High overhead, the sun starts to set
The feeling of unease grows stronger yet
Weary of running, I make a bed
I hoped at least to rest my head
Then from all around I hear frightful noises
Cries of the undead, the ugliest of voices
Hordes of the monsters surrounded me
Panic sets in, I turn and flee
Reach a hand out from my hole in the ground
In a shadowed forest, I look around
My shallow breathing gives me away
Explosions ring out. I survived not one day
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