I need tools

What happened after my meal made me realize that it was the wyvern meat that made me lose all that wait. Hooray wyvern meat!! Goodbye Dad-bod and hello Daddy-bod!!!

I looked at myself through a replica sword of Oath Keeper, the sword of Ser Jaime Lannister. Who I would be on par once I lose all the beer gut I have accumulated. Man what a good day to be alive, It seems that it's not htat bad to be stuck here. I don't know why I lost all these weight but hey, can't complain when it's good for me.

Though the pain with the process is a real nut kicker, and I noticed my stamina is getting better and better as I started making makeshift doors and signs so I won't get lost once I start exlopring. Good thing I have some drawing kit which I have in case I try to make some of my costumes myself. Got some knitting tools to so incase I ripp apart my shirt for the future muscles I'll be getting then I'll be ready.

"Hey handsome." I was really happy seeing my cheekbones appear again these past two years.

"I'm no handsome, you are." boredom hit me so I think it might be good it I have my own volleyball to talk to.

"You flatter me but you my man is one fine specimen!" Alright normal me take over.

I put down Oathkeeper and looked again at the stuff I have with me here.

Make up - check!

Perfume - Check!

'Study' materials - classified!!

Right hand's 'assistants' - in good condition!!

Costumes - check!

Replica weapons - Super check!!

Military Ruck Sack - Affirmative!

Canteen set - very important check!!

Clothes - check!

Sneakers - check!

Boots - Check!

Old military uniforms - check!

Glaring Staff - Check

Bed - check!!

Low Self Esteem - vanishing!!

Daddy-Bod - Appearing!!

Body odor - Always there!

Survival Sense - coming right back up

Common sense - What is that? Just kidding, still has some!!

All of this is really important but what I need immediately right now is salt, I might get some in the meat but I am not sure if it is enough for me. I am quite a foodie and what I remembered watching BBC in TV is the skills of foraging. I might be a pathetic fire starter but I take food very seriously.

How do you think I got this Dad-bod in just two years with my former streamlined body, from 69 kg to 102 kg in two years. Thankfully with my 5'11" height I could still look a little normal but hiding a beer gut is quite hard. Now I'm getting fit again I must rework my body into getting used to sudden surprises.

My Senses re-honed back to the Scout Ranger I used to be, thankfully have so much energy after my meal sessions that I could think fasster and better. High percentage of Oxygen makes my performance better too and I don't get dizzy aanymore just from breathing.

But first things first, the doors I made can't last long with just wood and vines. I need more tools yet with only swords, clubs, axes, knives, hammers, two bows, Javelins, shields and some spartan spears. I couldn't do much with theese, stab my self to death maybe but lazy as I can be I like living more.

"Could I make something with these?" I picked up a a famour warhammer replica of the Orc Thrall in the game world of warcraft. It was one of the biggest and heaviest of my props which I had it made by a professional forger using melted tank armor.

The I remembered the large monsters outside and having something as encumberring like this would be detrimental. But it could be useful for making stuff by using it as a normal hammer. My war haamers here are the one from GOT by King Robert, the Warhammer of the Emperor in Total War: Warhammer II and Fis-it Felix small golden hammer.

Some girls dig Fix-it Felix when the Wreck-it Ralph movie came out, I almost went to second base but I ate chilis that day and I farted. Turns out the girl was allergic to capsaicin and my fart made her breath a mistful of it when we were making out. First time someone kissing me got into shock before third base, we never got to see each other again.

Wait I am getting out of topic here, man to think I even had that epiphany yesterday. Let's get serious here, what skills am I good at which doesn't include starting a fire with sticks. I seem to be rubbing myself with my incompetence in starting a fire really hard, man I can't rub myself too hard right now.

Wait that seemed really wrong in many context, never mind. I just remembered that bearded guy in tiktok that makes tools from rocks and stone. Maybe I should try that, okay let's go and make ourselves suffer!!

[One hour later]

*Clack!

"Ackk!!"

*Crack!

"Ouch!"

*Klang!

"Shit"

*Thud!

"My eye!! Dust in my eye!!"

*Bang!!

"Dammit"

*Crash!!

"Ow my leg!!"

[Four Hours Later]

"Fuck this shit!!"

*Thud!

"Aarghh!!! My little toe!!"

*Bang!

"To hell with this!!"

[After eating]

"Aarghh!!! So hot!! Shit!!"

*Splash!!

"Goobye dad-bod!! Aargh! This sucks!!"

[After Bathing]

"zzzzzzzzz...."

[After waking up]

"Hello handsome!"

"Well hello to you too Handsome"

[After realising the day was so unproductive]

"welp let's hit the sack!!"

And that's how I spent my day trying to make tools using stones and stuff I could use such as my Warhammer which I accidentaly dropped on my foot, getting a dust in my eye cause i'm stupid trying to look at the stone very closely while I strike it with another stone, losing more fat and discovering that wounds heal after I eat the meat, no homo.

In other words I spent the whole day doing absolutely nothing productive, hahaha... Another thing to add to the list.

Creativeness - Non-existent

I'm gonna die hungry :D.....