I tried to come to grips with this strange world. So, I was on a beach, next to... an ice floe. Sure, whatever. Some strange, nagging voice in my head told me to check my pockets again, and then... to punch a tree? Several inexplicable activities later, I realized that night was falling. Siezed by a mysterious dread, I sought to protect myself from whatever might appear. I soon found an outcrop, open on most sides. This would do it! I hastily erected some walls using dirt I had picked up in the aftermath of a minor explosion. I was invincible. With these walls, I was protected from most approach from any direction, and still able to see the state of the world. A skeleton wielding a bow and arrow pegged me off one of the open edges. I died instantly.
Now, you may be wondering how that can be, considering that I'm telling you about this right now. What you need to understand is, around here, death is nohow permanent. Each one of us is locked into an endless cycle of karma. With every death, the same, inscrutable sequence of symbols appears before me. Is it good? bad? I wish I knew.
Anyway, I was unceremoniously dropped back where I started, so I had to start over. This time I chose a small island; hopefully nothing would be able to swim out to it, even though I got out there in this suit.
With only a few hiccups, I set up a small living area underground, and continued mining down. The voice thought mining was very important. I'm not sure what it's thinking, though... this stone is way too common for even me to sell, even without the, ah, production facilities I've got set up now. I did find some other stuff, though. Maybe if I find someone who wants aquarium supplies. I never did, though. ... Do you want aquarium supplies? Oh, wait, never mind. I managed to process that stuff into lighters. Useful things, those, quite useful. I'll explain later.
Second entry rundown:
1 death (ignominious)
One bed, several torches, a workbench, and a door, placed.
9 wool (various colors)
1 stone pickaxe
EDIT: Bad mwchase! That phrasing was repetitive!