I don't know why I'm here... But what I know is I have to write. I forget my name, in fact I don't know if I even have one. I am in a small hole in the sand. It seems my memory has been wiped judging by the fact that I can't remember anything. A reoccurring idea is to walk south. But I can't now, I'm hiding. I don't know why, maybe I'm hiding from what wiped my memory...

Now that I think about it, running is a pretty good idea right now. After all there is a pretty sinister looking pair of eyes over there.

Well I'm in a cave now... So this is fun... now I know what Luke Skywalker felt like when he was captured by that wompa, except this time I don't have any magical powers to help me escape. I should probably try to escape now.

Whatever that was, I can't recommend coming face to face with it. It smelt of rotting flesh and pickles. It was to dark for me to see it except for its bright green eyes. They seemed to almost glow, maybe they did. It let out a high-pitched screech when I escaped its lair. Now that I think about it it is pretty ridiculous for a monster to smell of pickles. Maybe it wanted to offer me some pickles. Although if you think about it, a monster isn't likely to offer you food after nearly cleaving your arm off...