Steve looked around, not sure of what he was seeing. it looked sort of like... a beach? he wasn't sure. everything was a cube, he even looked at the grains of sand, they were squares. he had been laying there for minutes, maybe even hours, just looking at the water and sand. he got up, and saw even more strange cube things as he got up.
once he got up, he decided he was going for a walk, so he could see more of this bizarre world.
he didn't know where he came from, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know if he had lived here already but he just got a hit on the head, he didn't know his name. all of these things he didn't know made him frustrated. so frustrated, in fact, that he started hitting things very hard.
he punched some sand.
he punched some dirt.
he tried to punch some water.
then, he punched a tree, but the moment he felt the wood, he found out it was a strong material. he punched more trees, then he built a simple home, fit enough to sleep in.
once he had a shelter to sleep in, he set out, looking for some food. after a couple minutes, he gathered all his stuff and set off, back to his shelter. the walk home was peaceful, until it got dark. Steve could see pretty well though, and it wasn't a problem. but then he heard a strange sound behind him...

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