You have 200 max health, 300 max sanity, and 250 hunger.
Your hunger goes down 1.5x faster than normal, but when it hits fifty, it starts going down 3x slower, at the cost of 10 sanity per minute.
You have a -2x damage penalty.
You have a portal that drops a care package from somewhere. Who knows. All you need to know is that the longer the care package takes, the better it is.
You can craft guns, just fucking guns, and started out with a m1911 that you've kept with you. The guns have 200-2000 uses depending on what they are. And this obviously means you can craft bullets too.
You are from our world and decided to make an interdimensional portal, for shits and gigs obviously. You ended up in this universe. You told your family about the portal of course, and got them to send you resources through it every now and then. You have extensive knowledge of firearms (not literally firearms, thats willow), so much so that with the right equipment, you can make your own. You had been in the constant for *error, number to large, error* days when wilson appeared.
