Hello! I made a story! Well, part of a story, it's not finished.
This is a story about our hero Steve struggling to survive, and trying to find the answers to the questions he has about this strange new world.

What is this place?
Why I am here?
Why I am so... CUBICAL?

CHAPTER 1 – THE AWAKENING

I woke up.

Surrounding me was an endless forest of grass and trees, the ground dotted with many varieties of flowers. Animals roamed around freely, occasionally stopping to graze on one of the many patches of grass. There was a nearby cave, a waterfall, and the sun was only just rising now.
I could stare at the beauty of this land for ever, but I knew better. I was stuck in the woods, with no food, no water, and no shelter.
I had to find a way to survive.
But how? The question stumps me. I have always had the things I need to survive and taken them for granted, never questioning the effort that went into supplying the resources that I buy.
I think to myself, I need to prioritize. I’m not hungry, not thirsty, so I decide to find a shelter. I think about what to build a shelter out of, how I would get those materials, how long it would take…
I slap my head for being so stupid. The cave! Well it’s more just a hole in a cliff, but it will do. Okay, shelter done. There is a waterfall nearby, so that is water taken care of. Now I just need food.
None of the nearby trees have any fruit or nuts, so my only choice seems to the animals. But how would I do it? I think that snapping a neck could kill something, but I do not know how it is done. Dang it! If I only I paid more attention during those stupid action movies my Dad showed me!
It doesn’t matter anyway, I only seem to be able to move my right arm. Maybe I was paralysed somehow? But anyway, I can’t really kill something just by punching it, can I? I better make some sort of weapon. A sword.
The only material I can use at the moment is wood, so I look around for a stick. There are none. Not on the ground, or the trees. Strange.
 Come to think of it, there is something rather strange about this world, but I just can’t put my finger on it. Not that I have any. WHAT! Where are my fingers! Why am I so… CUBICAL! Now that I think of it, everything is lacking curves. Why? What is this place?
I doubt I’ll ever find an answer… Better get back to surviving.