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You wake up in the middle of a field with scarce trees, with absolutely no memory, which kind of sucks. The air is cold around you and it's making you glad you, at the very least, seem to be wearing clothes. To your left, but your (the indeterminate fourth wall watching my existence, excuse my shift in point-of-view,) right, is what appears to be a wooden crate. All in all, you're pretty bummed out about the whole thing.
What will you do?