5 Warehouse
I stop punching the beach when there is a new notification in my noggin, telling me that I have hit the stack limit of 999.
So now, I have like 999 blocks of sands sitting in my warehouse, wherever that warehouse actually is.
It is likely in another dimension or something similar. Science fiction bullshit is bullshit. And since I can put things into my portable warehouse, I wonder if I can take things out of it.
It only makes sense that I can do that, right?
Without much mental effort, a block of sand appears in my opened palm. An actual block of sand. Like what the fuck!? And it weighs like nothing. Nothing at all. Literally! Oh wait. I speak too soon.
The block of sands crumbles in my palm, pushing my hand downwards and forcing me to let it basically waterfalls down on the beach, filling in holes that I have created by punching.
Weird. Very weird.
I punch the beach once more, increasing the amount of sands available in my warehouse from 998 to 999. Just because. Plus, it feels like I should have maximum amount possible. Never hurt to have that.
Now that is out of the way, I focus my attention on finding something to eat.
I am not hungry yet, but I will be, so it is better to be prepared. While I can survive for a few days with just water, it is better to not do something that stupid. There are actually a lot of adverse side effects of starving yourself, and they are not pretty. Besides, I am not trying to participate in a beauty pageant, so there is no point of starving myself.
There are two obvious options for foods. Three actually, but I am not hopeful of the third option since the crash sort of destroys a lot of things. The inferno afterwards did the rest.
First option, I can go scavenge in the jungle, and that is unwise until I have no choice. That will be plan B for now. Second option it is then, but I am unsure of the game in the ocean.
There might be tons of fishes. There might not be any.
How to get them out of the ocean and into my belly is the question. Getting them into my belly is fairly easy. Getting them out of the ocean is the hard part. Not that hard, now that I think about it.
I do have like a lot of materials lying around, mostly in the form of the cockpit. Heavily damage cockpit, but it will do.
Before I did anything, I punch the cockpit just to see something interesting. Or weird.
It is pretty much the same meaning, really.
A hole does not appear at the place where I have punched the cockpit. Nor is there a notification inside my noggin, telling me that I somehow have stashed a piece of the cockpit into my warehouse.
There is, however, a strange floating number after I punch the spot.
-1?
The fuck is that? I keep on punching the spot, seeing a bunch of -1 floating upwards and fading out of existence. After a while, a hole does appear in the place where I have punched the cockpit.
[1 Metal Obtained!]
Eh? Okay, I will bite, but metal is kind of generic. It should be like "1 Aluminum Obtained!"
Then again, sand is also generic. Sands on the beach is actually composed a lot of materials. Minerals, actually. It is collectively called sands just for the sake of simplicity.
Oh. Maybe this is also for the sake of simplicity. If a game is too complicated, no one going to be bother with it. It is something called a learning curve.
I sure know a lot of random things. It is simply because I have talked to a lot of people. I cannot really stop talking when I am in the mood, especially on topics that I am very interested in.
Anyway, I decide to keep punching the cockpit until my hand begins to hurt. I think I should find a way to protect my knuckle because I am sure I will be punching a lot of stuffs in the future.
People included, most likely.
A strip of cloth becomes exceedingly useful, allowing me to wrap around my fist for protection. When I have time to craft something, I will go for an actual gauntlet.
Once my right hand is wrapped up nicely, I punch the seats in the cockpit. A negative number appears out of thin air and floats upwards. I continue to punch the seat until a chunk of it vanishes.
[1 Plastic Obtained!]
I think the notification meant to say "1 Foam Obtained", but then again, polyurethane is plastic. Wait, aircraft seats are not made of just foam. Sure. Most of it is made of foam, but there is a layer over all of that foam. A layer of cloth or leather.
What happen to that? Why am I even thinking logical about this?
Out of curiosity, I open my palm and summon back the plastic I have obtained. Instead of the foam in the seat, a block of plastic appears instead. That is bullshit!
The block of plastic weighs nothing at first before I have to drop it onto the floor. While eyeing a block of plastic, I rub my temple. I am might be feeling the onset of insanity. Simply too many things simply wrong with what I am seeing.
I dismiss the migraine before punching the seat into oblivion.
[1 Plastic Obtained!]
[2 Fabric Obtained!]
[1 Metal Obtained!]
Metal huh? The frame of the seat is made of aluminum, thus giving me increase in my metal stockpile.
It is quite easy to figure out that whatever raw material I can obtain from the object depends on what the object is made of. Also, I can only obtain one thing if the object is made of numerous materials. It is also random. I cannot really control what raw material I am targeting.
Bummer.
Once the seat is completely vaporized into thin air, I pay my attention to the block of plastic sitting on the floor. I punch that, intending to put it back into my interdimensional warehouse.
But after like a few minutes, I stop and exhale a deep breath.
The damn block of plastic refuses to return back to the warehouse despite the amount of damages I have inflicted with my fist. It just sits there, laughing back at me. Fucking piece of shit!
"Identify."
[Universal Plastic. It can be used as raw materials.]
Right. I left it there since I have other things to waste my energy and time on. It is not a complete loss, however. I did learn a valuable lesson. Mostly do not waste raw materials.
Funny when I have no idea how to use those materials inside my warehouse yet. There must be some sort of way. I just have not figure it out yet.
I wonder if I can punch the sea. It does not hurt to try. Not really.
[1 Water Obtained!]
Drinkable water? Hell yes! Give me more. Give me more! Hahaha!
[2 Water Obtained!]
[1 Salt Obtained!]
[1 Water Obtained!]
[3 Water Obtained!]
[1 Water Obtained!]
…
[1 Water Obtained!]
[1 Water Obtained!]
…
[2 Water Obtained!]
And I have 999 water in my warehouse. That much will last me for days since a block of water is like a gallon. Oh. I notice that I have obtained some salts too. A block of salt is like a lot. A lot more than just to eat.
I can use salt for many things.
My mind is full of ideas, running a mile a second. I think need to write them down before I forget them, but where do I get some paper and pen? Oh, I know where. Trees, here I come!
I run towards the forest, readying to pummel some trees to death to get some woods, and on the way there, I notice some large boulders.
Those boulders die really slowly under my punches, and when they finally do, they gave me a bunch of stones. Bunch of stones in my warehouse.
Trees follow afterwards, giving me woods. Lots and lots of woods. Awesome!
