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Banana woke up, and found themselves on a island made entirely of rock. A backpack was next to them, and on further inspection, he found it held much more than it looked like it would from the outside.

He lifted himself from the stone on which he lay, and looked around him. From what he could see, a small, abandoned settlement was within a couple minutes walking distance. Carefully lowering themself from the perch they stood on, Banana headed to the remains of the village. What used to be villagers was now many skeletons, and the tops of many stone buildings had been singed. Whatever had caused this was long gone, but it scared Banana all the same.

Eager to get some form of defence, they looked around, and found something that looked like a forge. They entered, and found lots of iron, and some steel. Banana had no experience with smithing, but was determined to create a basic weapon for dealing with hostile people and animals.

After many failed attempts, Banana emerged from the forge, weilding an iron sword, if you could call it that. It looked more like a couple bars of iron bashed together, but it was better than nothing. All the smithing attempt had made Banana very hungry, and he looked around. There was an island with what looked like a large hill in the middle, and another one with deer. Banana decided it would be better to go to the one with the deer, and made an attempt to gauge the distance between him and the deer island. After deciding it would be too far to swim, Banana tried to find a source of wood to make a raft. It took a while, but eventually Banana spotted a small island with a few trees nearby.

Banana swam there with little difficulty, and pulled some of the growing saplings out of the earth. Making a raft out of a couple of them, and using the rest to attempt to make some form of thatch to hold it all together. The end result was hardly seaworthy, but it would probably hold for a while. Banana sailed to the island with the deer, and took in his surroundings. There was a lot of domestic deer, which didn't fear his presence, nor react in any way, a few berry bushes, freshwater ponds, and three forests in the corners of the island.

He used his "sword" to kill a couple of the deer and bucks, supplying him with a lot of raw meat and hide. After some trial and error, he eventually figured out an effective method for making things out of the hide, and made himself a primative water container, a coat (for it was getting cold), and some leather gloves to cover the burns he had received when trying to make his sword. After he had finished all this, the hunger was getting unbearable, and he set his efforts onto making a nice meal before he dosed off.

Lighting a small bonfire using a couple loose stones he had found on the rock island, he cooked some of the meat, added some berries, and ate like a king. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad after all.