Crafted Compact Dirt 1

Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead, "This is so tedious." Despite his words, there was a grin on his face. Indicating that he was obviously happy with his progress.

"Inventory."

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The hard-working teenager took out a 'Compact Dirt', staring at curiously. He tried squeezing it but it was too hard. So he threw it on the ground. And as soon as it touched the floor, it instantly grew in size, shaping itself into a cube.

Carl felt ridiculous, "What. The. Fuck." But because weirder things had already happened recently, he just shrugged. Tapping his fingers against the compact dirt block, and feeling that it was softer than before. He quickly plunged his arm into the block of dirt, hoping to find the secrets of its mysterious change in size.

He felt one of his fingers touched something. So he eagerly grabbed the object, before taking it out with both hands. The mysterious object that was the cause of his excitement, was in fact, a stick.

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Carl's face darkened, his smile turned upside down, "Are you serious? A stick? Of all things, a stick?! Why was there a stick in there? How did it even get in there in the first place!?" He angrily searched the dirt again, then he felt something met his fingers again, taking it out, it was. Another. Fucking. Stick.

Carl clicked his tongue, "Third time's a charm." Another stick found, he growled, "I'll get something else eventually." And another one. "Okay, this is getting ridiculous, give me something else." Stick get! "Last try." Stick +1. "..." He furiously opened his Craft window, throwing four sticks in it, it thankfully had the option to Craft, so he did.

"Craft."

Crafted Plank 1

The crafty survivor took out the 'Plank', feeling it's texture for a while, before placing it on the ground next to the compact dirt cube, it also expanded to the same size as the dirt did. Though this time it didn't become a cube. Instead, it was a long, rectangular plank. He tapped on the plank, feeling that it roughly had the same hardness as before it increased in size, "I guess different things have different rules."

Carl got back to the block of compact dirt, he continued to pull sticks out of the dirt, he went on and on, way past the 'reasonable' amount of sticks that should even be possible to fit in there, not that it should be reasonable to find sticks in a block of dirt that was gathered from dirt specks on some walls. He Crafted four more of the Planks and after that, he slotted the Planks back in, Crafting them into something else.

Crafted Basic Work Station 1

He took it out, then he paused, staring at the small cube of planks, it had a pattern he found very famillar, a 3 by 3 grid on the top side, he laughed, "What is this, a fucking Minecraft rip-off?"

He placed the Basic Work Station down, after it finished growing in size, he placed a hand on it, a window appeared above the new block, confirming his suspicion.

Carl sighed, "The author must be pretty unoriginal to allow this sort of shit to be in their story, fucking lazy ass." The walls trembled, he heard the deepest sound in his life, he shutted his mouth immediately. The foolish creation thought in it's amusing panic, 'Carl, you fucking dumbass, why did you provoke the author, now they're gonna be on haitus forever.'