On day 3, I began suffering from poisoning, pain, diarrhoea, and severe thirst. I temporarily abandoned my cart to find water. On my return, a stranger was wielding my wrench and walking away with my cart, so I brutally murdered him. Shortly after, another stranger attacked me with the butt of a shotgun. I punched him to death, claimed his shotgun, and found he was wearing a right shoe that matched my left shoe, in brand and durability. I promptly put the shoe on and dropped dead from poisoning. All because I accidentally ate a small chunk of spoiled meat on day 1.
