After 11 days of survival, things got slightly boring. So my character, Sir Gwaine, took a dozen spray paints, and a wood ax to clear a part of the nearby forest and create a road.
With the spray-painting done in a day (thanks to Acid Rain), he started to smash down the trees in the forest. Now, Mr Bear, must have heard about this disturbance that was created in the forest and came straight away from his mansion a little off the town.
He said the forest was sold to him by Mother Nature and that unless I had a license granted by the Federal Bear Republic for construction, I should pack my tools and go away. I didnât. So I died.