4:00 am..

Jake, wide eyed and refreshed, slowly sat up against the wall of the Manadium. The smooth limestone equivalent of this world was cool to the touch, indicating some morning dew or condensation. Upon inspecting his band, which he should have done in more depth. Jake realised that this was in fact, the second month of Fall. The calendar in Prime was rather simple, 4 seasons named Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall rounded out the year consisting of 3 months each, with each month holding 30 days. This completed the year, meaning it contained 360 days and was nice and easy for him to remember. Somewhat perturbed by the declined need for sleep, Jake decided it was a good a time as any for a morning stroll. The gate wouldn’t open for another 3 hours so sight seeing was in order.

Tip toeing slowly between the potential meat shields of his former world, Jake passed outside his temporary abode to scroll through his bands map of the city. While not an architectural wet dream, the city was still well planned out. A half circle protruding from the cliffs on the southern coast line like a woman’s breast, with the northern gate as a nipple of entrance/exit. Closest to the cliff was the city guards barracks and training area, from there a walled off half circle showed the beginning of the Clan and important peoples homes. Then one more wall about halfway through the cities boob separated the rest of the general populace. Main Street led straight from nipple to ocean with the Manadium standing out as an odd cancer bulb in the middle of the plebeian section. The courthouse stood its equal, just nestled up to the rich people wall. Roads crisscrossed away from Main Street in an easy grid layout and Jake was satisfied simply meandering along the sidewalk, eyeing the shop faces of the main drag.

> So many different shops, there’s even a damn 'Gadget and Gizmos' shop. Probably selling the bands and monitors? Ehh not like I have the creds to care. Ohh a blacksmith? I wonder what its… really? ‘Bobs Iron’? I swear some people should be voluntarily offered out as bait for hunting groups. Let’s see, the guild is just one street removed from main street so that makes it easy, and that street leads a little to the East where the big ass trading square is. Man I could go a cup of Joe right now, as black as my soul mwahaha, haaa I really need to do something productive. OH! BEST. IDEA. EVER!

5 minutes later..

“I’m Wolverine!! HAHAHA”

Jake, not taking into account the fact that the merchants were just stirring in their beds at the early hour of 5:45, started to wave his hands around in the air and laugh like a mad man in the middle of the street. He did have something to be proud of however. Jake had made tiny, needle like appendages appear in-between his four fingers’ knuckles, resulting in the bitchiest version of wolverine to date.

> Can’t make a whole lot of metal.. LIGHTBULB!.. Do you think anyones going to miss this iron trash can? Nope? Good! come to me, my precious.

The fourth day in the second month of Fall, year 3109, a man and garbage can became one. This day also represented the first time Jake broke a law.. In this world (because who hasn’t been booked for pissing on a building after a night out right?).

> Alright, Wolverine Mk 2! Oh nice, I have iron claws that at least look scary now! Its not like ill be cutting through dragon scales but beggars can’t be choosers, heh, beggars, they won't be happy about losing a fire pit. I’ve decided, I shall call you my ‘Trash Claws’, for when I trash mobs.. it in no way depicts their origin story.

“FFFFFUU.mghhh”

Jake cried as he muffled his screams. He considered that maybe waving around 20cm claws wasn’t such a smart idea considering that he now had a missing chunk of his right quad.

> That hurts like hell! Deep breath, IN.. and OUT.. IN.. and OUT.. Ok lets see if fixing stuff is as good as making stuff.

Focusing on the wound, Jake imagined the muscles realigning, tendons reconnecting, nerves regrowing and skin resealing. Looking down at his leg through the hole in his jeans, Jake saw his skin wriggling all about, then simply flowing back into its rightful configuration. After healing however, Jake felt starving! Like he hadn’t eaten in days while running a marathon of some sort. Fishing the last of his jerky out of his good legs pocket, he nibbled while pondering the mysteries of the universe.

> So, I can manipulate my body to heal itself but it makes me hungry. Probably has something to do with that energy reserves thing the trait window mentioned. I think this is the first time I'm actually glad that I stayed awake for all those biology and genetics lectures. That knowledge will definitely come in handy. It’ll be almost time for the gates to open by the time I get there so may as well get an early jump on the day after picking up some brekky and bread, hopefully I can knock out more of my quest today, this weed ain’t gonna pick itself!

And so Jakes day continued, until the fourth day of weed picking with only another 2 bundles to go, that did he realise something groundbreaking..