Well comrade, after being consumed by an Orca, I came back, but that will be for later. I had decided to be an athletic swimmer, but I guess that was a mistake. Going for those biscuits, I avoided many dangers until it was too late for me. What I saw was beautiful, landscapes filled with snow and ice, and terrifying frozen waters I always avoided... until I couldn't. After somehow returning, I decided to spec into survival, but it was in vain when, after bumping into several animals and returning to the lake whence I died at, I yet again made a terrible mistake: trying to reason with some guy with a pistol on a busted dinghy. Somehow returning yet again, I died to running away from a wolf. Finally, after a fifth time, I made it back to the dinghy after re-tracing my prior steps, which admittedly was very strange. I met a guy along the way who offered me soup and I chatted to him, nice guy. I think I did it the first time around, but that's quite hazy. In that dastardly dinghy I walloped that crook across the face, and I got the goods, but I'm not so sure if it was a good idea... I can't figure it out.
Either way, It was quite a positive experience! (Oh, and it seems some guy was trying to imitate that one guy... LeBouf, was it? I know nothing about that figure, but the encounters certainly were something...)