I woke up in the early morning because I heard creepy noises. Footsteps to be exact. I ran to the bushes leaving my campfire behind an hide there for a couple of minutes. I saw a strange man walking towards my campfire. He stopped for a second. When looking at it, he looked like he was thinking about something. He walked away... Slowly... I came out of the bushes, crouching towards him and just when he picked something up, I stood up and kicked him to the ground. As he lay there, he looked like he was trembling with fear, holding his hands up like "Please don't hurt me" and thats what he said as well. After a little talk we came to an agreement, If he would stand by my side, we'd share food, knowledge and other stuff like that. We'd help each other if we were in need. We called our selves Chansins and we traveled a long way together. While traveling, we got all kinds of crazy ideas. I got the ideas for structures and my friend got the ideas for armor and clothing. We thought of names for each other and he was called Sloth, for being a slowpoke and having clothing ideas and I was called Builder for my construction ideas. We came across an other person. He called himself Mees. I don't know where he got that weird name from. At first he was being nice, but as soon as we sat around a campfire, he pulled out a knife, saying that we had to put all our stuff on the ground and give it to him. And so we did. We ran and hid in the bushes. Waiting for him to go asleep. 'We'll take turns.' Sloth said. 'In that way we can observe him and yet get enough sleep.' I agreed and kept watching him. I saw Mees scratching trees with his knife and making some sort of bed from the remains. Soon I fell asleep...
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Primitive Leadership
Aléatoire"You will see the world out of my eyes. Everything that happend, how it happend, when it happend." -Builder "Strange text for a dairy, isn't it?" I swept a bit of the sand of the small book. I looked at the back and there was a little extra text. ...
