I'm not going to lie, that I was quite dumbfounded when I realised that I'm running very low on time thanks to my biological needs. `Thanks you mother nature, they are very helpful, You know?` I thought sarcastically, in an attempt to brighten my spirit,... it didn't work, as usually it doesn't.
"I should have known this issue would come up sooner than later." I said for myself to hear " and now here I am,... actually I don't know where, but… somewhere, hungry, with nothing to my name, but a shabby dirt hole of questionable stability, a felled tree, and a few odd blocks. Life sometimes is incredibly generous, isn't it?"
"At least I can still go on for a few more days, not because of starvation, as humans can live for like a month without literally any food, but rather dehydration, and the max amount is, pie times π, three days for me to get something to drink''. I was having another monologue while trying to figure out how to survive the oncoming big problem. "Why haven't I thought that sustaining myself wouldn't become an apparent problem. Back on earth food and drinks could be easily obtained from a nearby convenience store, or from just the fridge that was in the kitchen. Although I didn't undergo any survival training - nor was I into it -, I still am a hecking moron for overlooking such basic issues. It seems like my stupidity, apparently, knows no boundaries". I could at least cheer myself up slightly, thanks to my ability to self-roast being in tip-top shape.
"It becomes very apparent that leaving my comfort zone, even as tiny as it is, and exploring will be a must-go in order to survive…". After a ten minutes worth of internal debate, I eventually settled on a decision. "...well, I'll first disassemble the tree for its logs, take them to my "hideout" and then figure out how to… make something out of them. I at least hope that the rules of 'crafting' - if I am recalling the name of the process correctly - didn't steer away too much from the original ones, or hopefully from just what I was able to catch on while briefly watching my brother play".
Afterwards I had chosen my course of action, I spent a bit over two hours breaking down the tree laying on the ground. It was quite impressive if I were to judge it by the earth standards. `If we turn a blind eye to the fact that it's the only one I know. Although it would be weird if it was otherwise…`.
After I had seized all the wood, I came across a tiny hindrance - a way to transport it all to my temporary base. There was no way I was going to try to experiment with them out here in the open as I had realised something thanks to my earlier experience - I couldn't even be fully certain if it was safe during daytime. `If gravity works differently in this game-like and yet ungame-like world, then what can not?`. I wanted to have a place to hide in, just in case I accidentally attracted a predator of some kind.
Going back to the problem - There were too many blocks to be moved, to take them all in one trip, not even sure if two would have been enough. In the matter of fact, the broken blocks weren't that small, they were still 10×10×10 cm and still had some weight, but it wasn't that much of a problem as their quantity.
After a bit of thinking and experimenting, I quickly figured that if instead of carrying one in each of my hands; if I hold one of my arms some distance in front of my chest horizontally to it, and start putting blocks on it with my other arm; this way, I'll be able take up to six blocks plus one in each of my hands - seven blocks in one go!
Satisfied with my optimization in terms of increasing the size of delivery, I began setting my plan into motion and as I was going to get started, I was struck with a brilliant idea, as brilliant as finding a forced mate in 17 moves in chess. While I was studying back then, during that fateful night, I was wearing pants with very baggy pockets, and by baggy I mean that their volume was simply gargantuan, more than that, the pockets themselves were very elastic and could be stretched by lot, and while they wouldn't be able to take in two blocks each, still two more blocks would bring my maximum haul to nine - nearly 30% more!
As a big fan of optimising processes which I was, I was metaphorically drooling at that idea and once I deemed it possible I immediately started putting the logs in my pockets. However, when my hand with the block dived inside of my pocket… I couldn't feel its bottom,... well, until my whole arm sank into it.
After a noticeable moment of visible confusion I immediately freaked out and quickly pulled out my arm. After checking and finding out that my arm was still intact I released a relieved sigh. "What the hell happened to my pockets!? First I get turned into a bunch of cubes, then transported to a world that can't decide which set of physics laws is going to obey, and now literal pocket dimensions. I think that this strange world is going to keep surprising me…"
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After spending some time pondering about the implications of this discovery, I realised that,... having a personal pocket dimension is not as bad as it is literal blessing. `Of course if I had gotten a way out of this place instead I wouldn't mind it, Ya' know, right?`. I waited a second, but unfortunately no portal appeared. `Looks like a man can't have everything… well, I'll have to work with what I have…`.
And as I finished my thought, I began my testing process just to make out the probable laws that were governing my pockets. `The fact that my arm wasn't cut off is a good sign at least`. First, I tried to make out the volume of my brand new storage, by dipping my arm inside it again. Having your arm in a pocket of space was a weird feeling, to say the least - having your hand in a space that shouldn't even exist here according to your eyes and common sense was just straight unnerving. Back to the matter - I found out that It was rather sizeable, for the lack of a proper meassuring method. I've also checked my other pocket and, unsurprisingly, It also had a pocket dimension of its own.
However, what was surprising was that something had already been stored inside it. When I touched the said thing, it turned out to be quite small and very thin. It was about 10cm × 20cm × 0,5 cm and was leathery in touch, which was mind boiling for me back then, because we hadn't had anything made out of leather due to my brother's allergy.
Once I pulled out my arm with the mysterious object in hand, and when it emerged, what I saw was… a book,... which was apparently strapped to a line going all the way back to the insides of my left pocket.
The book itself had a plain cover with no art or writing on either side and had a colour of very bright green that could have been just referred to as lime.
The line was attached to one of the book's back corners and was impossibly straight on its way to my pocket. It was also… difficult to look at, at first. The line besides of being unimaginably straight, was also impossibly thin, way thinner than even a single "pixel" of matter - it even seemed to phase-out of existence for some time before returning back to confusing my geometrical point of view. Even just focussing on it too much with my cubic eyes made them sore and dry, so I decided to avert my eyes from its view for the sake of safety and comfort. `Not going to lose my only major sense of perception because I starred where I shouldn't`.
I also promptly made a decision to not experiment with the book, afraid that it could have affected me in some way just like the line, and so I put it back inside of my pocket, where it seemed to be attached to its wall, and left it alone,… at least until I had some safety measures. "So, where did I leave off,... I think I was going to experiment a bit more."
Right after my unusual experience with the book, I proceeded to experiment with storing things, primarily with storing blocks, because,... well I didn't have much of a choice, did I? Anyway, firstly, I put in a single block of dirt from my former gravitational experiment. I held and stretched the pocket with one of my hands and put in the dirt block with the other one. After it disappeared into the depths of my pocket, surprisingly, it stopped weighing on me, and when I reached for it, It turned out to be… literally floating inside of my pocket space, but when I grabbed it, its weight came back. "...So, a block, while in the pocket space and deprived of touch, becomes unaffected by gravity, huh…" I phrased my thesis about my upgraded pockets "...I swear that this place just gets crazier and crazier every passing minute…".
Satisfied by the research I had done on the subject of my very pockets, as if I had discovered a new America, and began packing up the wood logs. Still, knowing that you have a few dozen kilos worth of wood, and yet completely not being able to feel them felt,... weird. I was gradually getting used to this feeling as I finished packing up the blocks and started going back to my humble abode.
In contrast to everything that had happened up to this point, the walk back to my base was very peaceful. `Actually, that extra storage space turns out to be of great help.` I started another monologue in my cuboidal head. `It's also very convenient at what time I've discovered it, a lucky coincidence at last if I may say so.`
`Well back to the schedule, the next thing on the agenda after I get to my "House" is figuring out the whole 'crafting' system and finally getting some tools for myself, as well as some protection if this realm will let me."
As I was slowly approaching my trusty hole, I started quietly humming to a song that I used to listen to sometimes while studying, but never bothered to learn its lyrics or name. I was visibly happy as from my point of view I was - in the end - getting a grasp on this realm's governing laws, even if so tiny, but I felt that I was making some progress on the road to escaping this nightmarish place, or at very least, survival.
The very idea itself filled me with confidence and joy, as I was slowly, and gleefully humming on the way to my destination.