My first attempt at this game went as follows:

I awoke naked and alone on a beach, with a cold chill at my genitals. Armed with a rock I began to furiously assault a tree until it fell down, yielding its woody goodness. I repeated said process until it was dark. I got savagely beaten by a bear and died. This was my first lesson of many. I thought, all wildlife wear night-vision goggles *noted*. I swiftly returned to my body (By swiftly I mean it took several attempts of crossing 3 map squares in the pitch black), and upon inspection there was no wood. Not a single log. Furious, I began to chop down trees again. This time with a vengeance. I was going to get payback on this bear. It had not heard the last of me.

Eventually, after gathering a lot of wood once again, I had enough stuff to build myself a little hut. Unaware of the inability to edit the building after placement, I carelessly placed the layout and upgraded it to wood from twig. At least I had the common sense to make sure its made of reinforced wood I thought to myself. I am smart! Once I had a building I deemed safe (Yes with a TC included - I luckily hadn't made that mistake) I ventured out to gather hemp for a bag and a bow. Another successful trip out! I was set to succeed, no one could stop me. Armed with a bow, a handful of arrows, a sack on my head, and some cloth covering my gentleman's sausage I head out in search of the evil bear that had thwarted me prior.

A bloodlust in my eyes, I ventured several squares in search of the bear. No where to be seen. I travelled further and further, until I spot it. Yes, there he is. In the snow. Look at him. The fat, honey sucking, bastard. I was ready to reap my revenge. Taking my first shot, a satisfying cracking noise, oh yes a headshot. He must be dead soon. I shot him again, and again, and again... again. My health is getting low I thought. Maybe it was time to fight another day and retreat. My character ragdolls, and I am taken to the map screen. Oh dear. It seems he is a little stronger than anticipated. I shall not underestimate him again.

In light of this new information, I decided it was time to gather up. Farm up. Get a better weapon and armour. Something that'll help me survive more than 3 hits from a bear. I gathered a riot helmet, and farmed for some bone armour from some nearby pathetic wildlife. Each one falling with ease. Each one reminding me that the bear is getting closer and closer within reach. Soon it shall be his time. Soon he will taste my wrath.

Armed with a nail gun, I once again returned to where my sworn enemy had slew me not too long before. It was time for a rematch. I found my body which had been turned into a bag by the bag god, unlooted, lucky me. I gathered my old things and continued the search for winnie the powerful. I was determined.
There he was! I spotted him, stuck on the edge of a cliff, trying to go down it but ultimately remaining stationary. It was time, I was so furious and full of hate I ran full throttle at the bear, ready to take him on or die trying in glorious combat. I shot my nail gun, the first hit immediately killed him! It seems that they do not regenerate health over time. No need for any of the preparation, however... HE WAS DEAD. I had done it. It was over. Winnie the conqueror, conquered no more. He. Was. Dead.

Filled with leather and bear meat, I gleefully returned to my quaint little cottage in the forest. However on my return it was not my little house I saw, but a building with a giant hole where my walls used to be. It seems that someone had somehow broken through one of my walls which textures was the wrong way around. Maybe I wasn't so smart. Alas, I thought, all of my chests had locks on, including my tc. I could replace the wall and all could be well once again! I shall dine on the tyrannical bear still! In I went, I was not greeted by a homely feeling however, no, not at all. I was instead greeted by several pebbles accelerating in my skull at extreme speeds. It seems someone had taken my base and converted it into a trap.

It made me realise. Maybe this was nature fighting back. Maybe in all of this, the bear was the protagonist. Maybe I was the invader. I came into this bears world, destroyed its habitat by taking its trees. I slaughtered it's friends, the wildlife in order to cloth my back. Maybe I was the monster, getting what I deserved. And with that I decided.
If I was going to be the bad guy. I would REALLY be the bad guy. No animal I have ever seen has ever lived to tell to tale. Or at very minimum, I have dominated them and used them as my own personal transport.

Unfortunately the rust developers had seen that I was conquering the animal kingdom, and they gave them an unfathomable buff which means they kill anything in under 0.01 seconds, even whilst wearing their night vision goggles.

So heed this warning. My first hand experience. Let the animals control the map. They are the real heroes.