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I wake up on the beach,with no memory of how I got onto the Island. No memory of my life. No knowledge of who I am. The only thing I knew was that, I needed to build a campfire somehow. Somewhere.

I found a rock along the beach, as well as a torch a bit inland. After coming across a tree I begun to swing madly at it with the small, fist sized rock in my hands. Smack after smack. Thwack after thwack. I slowly began to degrade the bark and the wood underneath as my onslaught continued onto the plant. Eventually, I had weakened the wood enough, and tore out a chunk of bark and inner wood. Using some of the vines on the tree, I tied my rock to the jagged shaft of wood and created a makeshift hatchet.

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