Your name is Nail. You are currently residing within a large egg. You are a fully grown man, don't be mistaken.
You dislike the eggs confinement but have never been able to breach its protective casing. Maybe that's for the best.
Or maybe tODAY IS THE DAY THIS LITTLE EGG BITCH GETS ITS ASS HANDED TO IT! You reel back as much as the tight enclosure will allow, and punch the egg wall with all your might. You've been training for this day, and today is the day something happens. Something does happen.
The egg tips over and bumps into something outside. This is a breakthrough, one more punch will surely free you. You reel back, and with 200% effort, you punch the egg wall again.
Your powerful fist punctures the shell and shoots through to the outside world. A literal breakthrough. Freedom is near. You begin to tear away at the egg shell with your newly found freedom in hand and at long last, you exit the egg.
It is a mid-summer day.
How do you know about these concepts of time? Well after being in an egg for a long period of time, your whole life infact, you learn to know some things.
Now that you're free, you decide you shou-
Wait what's that? You see another man at the base of the hill. He seems to be covered in the very egg goop you are covered in. How did he get down there already? You must investigate.
You take the largest piece of eggshell remaining from your assault and ride it like a sled down the hill. It's pretty fun, actually. You make it to the base of the hill and approach the man.
He is a bulbous man, and doesn't appear to be very bright. He does appear to be good with his hands, however, for he is completely engrossed in crafting some sort of grass cloth.
You decide to leave the man be and start to trek back up the hill. You'll have a better vantage point from there. Plus, you'll get to sled down again.
You make it back to the top and examine your surroundings.
The hill you're on, which is void of all vegetation, is surrounded by a thick wall of tall oak trees. You spot an opening in the trees to the north.
How do you know it's north? You pride yourself on your heightened sense of direction.
You decide to traverse into the forest and sled back down to the other man.
He has finished his project it seems, because he is now dressed in grass rags. He is staring at you intensely, his eyes seem to be sparkling with wonder. You decide he's clearly insane and leave him to go through the opening and into the forest.
