Primitive Life

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You awaken to find yourself in the wild, surrounded by the trees of the forest and the sounds of nature on all sides. You are alone, and to your surprise naked. You don't remember much about how you got here, or even who you are, but you are fairly confident that being naked in the wilderness is unusual.  
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You awaken with a start as the sound of you wife clapping her hands pulls you from a dream you were having about you childhood. "Unuqua!" She shouts at you, the sound your people have associated with the colloquial term of "Work." It was clear she was not happy with you sleeping in, despite that fact that you had been out and about all day the day before gather food and water for her while she sat on her ass and weaved vines. Despite your frustration you decided to roll off you cot and prepare for the day.
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You look down at your body and see that you are a man of medium build, standing five foot ten and average weight. Your skin is white and by all appearance clean at the moment. You have no signs of injury or other malady that might have caused your lack of memory. None the less you are where you are and you are faced with a variety of options for how you want to proceed. It is morning time and you have the entire day ahead of you.
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The hut you and your wife share is made of daub, or in simple terms, mud. It is only slightly greater in length and width than you were tall, and the roof was short enough you could never stand fully erect in your own home. The vines and grass woven bed that you and your wife shared occupied about half of the huts area, and as you rolled out of it you reached forward to the opposite wall to grab your clothes. You pulled on a vine and hide knitted loin clothe, tugged on your bark bottomed shoes, and took hold of you deer skin poncho. As you went to throw the poncho over your head you caught a whiff of it's stench and reared back in aversion. It was your wife Quata's job to wash this, but you had no idea when last she had done so. You knew that going without it would leave you subject to sunburn, so you tugged it on anyway.
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Outside your wife sat in the dirt in front of her small weaving station, working to wrap vines and tubers in and out of a few squirrel skins to bind them together and make a usable piece of hide. As you came out she did not acknowledge your presence but instead pointed to the fire that burned beneath a grass covered canopy, and to the small pile of wood beside it. "Unuqua!" She shouted, her intention clear that she wanted you to gather firewood. It was true that the firewood was running low, and if your fire went out you would be in big trouble, but you also didn't like being bossed around.
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*[[Primitive life- .The River. | Head towards the sound of water that you hear nearby]]
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*[[Primitive life- .The Hill Base. | Head toward the nearby hill to see if you gather where you are from higher ground]]
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Do you,
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*[[Primitive life- .Crafting clothes. | Look for how you can start making shoes and clothing before going anywhere]]
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*[[Primitive Life- Gathering firewood | Go and gather firewood]]
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*[[Primitive life- .Crafting clothes. | Just start wondering around and exploring your environment]]
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*[[Primitive Life- Gathering firewood | Go and gather some water instead]]
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*[[Primitive Life- Gathering firewood | Go hunting instead]]
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*[[Primitive Life- Gathering firewood | Go spear fishing instead]]
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*[[Primitive Life- Gathering firewood | Give Quata the mating sign]]
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{{PrimitivelifeTemplate|Equipment=''Clothes, shoes''|Health=100|Hunger=80|Thirst=80}}
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[[Category: Primitive Life]]

Current revision as of 00:56, 15 October 2017

You awaken with a start as the sound of you wife clapping her hands pulls you from a dream you were having about you childhood. "Unuqua!" She shouts at you, the sound your people have associated with the colloquial term of "Work." It was clear she was not happy with you sleeping in, despite that fact that you had been out and about all day the day before gather food and water for her while she sat on her ass and weaved vines. Despite your frustration you decided to roll off you cot and prepare for the day.

The hut you and your wife share is made of daub, or in simple terms, mud. It is only slightly greater in length and width than you were tall, and the roof was short enough you could never stand fully erect in your own home. The vines and grass woven bed that you and your wife shared occupied about half of the huts area, and as you rolled out of it you reached forward to the opposite wall to grab your clothes. You pulled on a vine and hide knitted loin clothe, tugged on your bark bottomed shoes, and took hold of you deer skin poncho. As you went to throw the poncho over your head you caught a whiff of it's stench and reared back in aversion. It was your wife Quata's job to wash this, but you had no idea when last she had done so. You knew that going without it would leave you subject to sunburn, so you tugged it on anyway.

Outside your wife sat in the dirt in front of her small weaving station, working to wrap vines and tubers in and out of a few squirrel skins to bind them together and make a usable piece of hide. As you came out she did not acknowledge your presence but instead pointed to the fire that burned beneath a grass covered canopy, and to the small pile of wood beside it. "Unuqua!" She shouted, her intention clear that she wanted you to gather firewood. It was true that the firewood was running low, and if your fire went out you would be in big trouble, but you also didn't like being bossed around.

Do you,

Status
Health 100 Equipment:

Clothes, shoes

Hunger 80
Thirst 80
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