While marching towards my destination, I started thinking, what was I supposed to do. `...I know that I can break blocks by punching it,... or at least dirt. I also know, from witnessing my brother play, that all tools like axes, shovels or even swords require wood. While punching some trees barehanded does not sound appealing, there literally isn't anything else I can do.`

`I can keep hiding in that hole, but it doesn't lead anywhere. I could also try to explore around by digging myself in for the night, but I wouldn't last too long this way, especially while being completely unarmed. And that's exactly why I need tools! With them I will be capable of self defence as well as speeding up the process of excavating, slash building.`

While I was pondering on my next action I had arrived by the tree and circled it to make sure nothing hid itself behind it to ambush me. After the safety precautions were complete, I approached its trunk. I slowly raised my closed fists… and struck the block in the middle.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it did hurt... a little. I clenched my numb hand with the other one still intact. I don't know why I expected punching a tree's bark with full swing of my hand to be harmless to it. Probably, because of the whole dirt-excavating I did earlier. While doing it, I didn't even feel numbness in my hands, just a feeling of hitting something. It might have been due to the fact it was literally just soft dirt - without stray rocks and pebbles inside. Still, It didn't hurt as much as it would normally (presumably, I haven't tried it), no broken bones or blood, not even a single bruise mark… just some numbing pain, not even that significant considering what I've just done.

"Looks like,..." I started another monologue "... I can assume that besides getting turned into a mash of geometrical shapes,... I also got… sturdier?" It would actually explain why yesterday I could run at my best speed for what, ten minutes? Normally, I would have collapsed half way through from exhaustion, due to my poor physique, I'm not even mentioning the constant dirt punching I've had been for almost ten minutes straight.

After a few minutes, when the numbness in my palm diminished, I started planning on how to bring down this tree. After a fair bit of reckoning I settled down on a less direct approach. It took me a minute to dig a dirt block by my side, and began testing. I took the now minimised cube, and as I touched the ground with it… nothing happened. I tried it a few more times to confirm my hypothesis. After receiving satisfying results, I repeated the process with a thought in mind, no it was rather an intention for the block to go back to its original size, to cover the spot that I was going to touch it with. Surprisingly, the moment it touched the ground, It did grow back to its normal size.

"...so I'm right…" I said to myself with something resembling a slight grin. "... Block can only be "placed" if it's done with an intent of doing so,... great, my plan should work then...". I was really grateful for the observations that I've made earlier. I mostly figured it out thanks to the "dirt incident" that I had deemed unfortunate back then.

The block that I had tripped on, even though It was being touched by me as well as a surface on which it could place itself on,... but it didn't. Thanks to this "experience" I realised that there is another condition, besides touch for blocks to be "placed".

After my experiment had concluded, in order to acquire wood I resorted to the most ancient invention of mankind, which was called... "tools". I went and again, mined the block I had used in my tests before. After a minute, I picked it up and turned to the trunk of the tree, and struck it with the cube in my hand. "If you can't do something yourself, make something that will help you with it,… huh, I should probably patent this saying." I said to myself when a slight smile formed from my lips.

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And I continued to smack the log in front of me with a dirt block in my hands for about next 9 minutes as cracks were slowly appearing on it. What I did was basically using a medium, or a tool in other words, to disperse the initial energy received by my hand just as Newton's third law says. Although, I had to take a few brief breaks because my hand still went numb sometimes.

In the end I finally managed to mine ( or chop? ) that log. It landed on the one below it that I had yet to mine. And as I was reaching with my hand to take my righteous trophy,... The rest of the tree, that was hanging in the air, fell down onto the block and slowly started toppling over in my direction.

Utterly confused by what was going on… I just stood there for a few seconds, staring at the slowly falling tree, until I snapped out of this trance and realised that soon, I'll be nothing more than a squashed bug. I immediately lunged to my side and tumbled, as I heard a giant crash and loud thud.

While looking behind me I could see about 10 metres long tree trunk laying less than an inch away from my cuboidal foot. Looking at this scene there was only one word in my mind…

"...timber…?"

… and collapsed on the ground with my heart beating like a wardrum, from the shock delivered by another "surprise" from this weird place. While laying, and trying to slow down my heartbeat. It felt like it was going to explode any moment. After a quarter hour I managed to calm myself down to a point I barely could hear my heart's beating, which was still more than It should be, but far way better than it had been and most importantly, I was able to think clearly again, so I started to ponder what I had done wrong for this situation to occur.

`Such thing like gravity was not in the game...` - I thought, as I had no energy or nerves to speak out loud - `...yes, certainly. There were very few blocks affected by gravity, however even they didn't act so… realistically. Frick, I should have checked how they would behave. Why did I even assume everything would be like in the game? This place is very different from it, I didn't notice it until recently, but everything is far more detailed. When touching, You could almost feel the block's texture, and they're way less… pixelated, and way more real. `If I got turned into some kind of amalgamation of 3D rectangles resembling a humanoid figure, why would such a fundamental force as gravity not exist, or make an exception, affecting only me. I was careless, why do I take so many things for granted… I'm such a big moron…`

After I had recovered from another shameful performance of mine, I collected the wood block laying by the fallen tree, before I could forget about it because of my short memory and afterwards, began confirming the cause of my were-to-be demise. I spent the next two minutes getting two dirt blocks, which was done without any more nasty surprises. I got out of the pit after gathering them, next I stacked them on top of each other and then started mining the bottom block of the dirt tower, and no sooner I finished breaking the bottom dirt block, the one on top fell down.

"Gravity, check;..." I said to myself "...my stupidity, check;..." As I finished that sentence, my mind was struck with realisation, my whole hiding hole should have already collapsed, there is no way that four cubic metres of loose dirt would just hang like that without any outside support. "...Any logical conclusions, cross. Ducking hell, this place should have stuck either to game logic, or earth logic, why both? Why the indecisiveness and all of the complications!?"

As I was having a mental conference discussing the laws of this weird place, I suddenly heard a loud rumble that broke me out of my thoughts and when I was anxiously looking for the source of this sound, I found out that… It was my stomach.

"...oh.". That was everything I could say as I realised myself, the new problem that had arisen. I might just starve to death before I even get anywhere…