Of course the dice could role the other way. Instead of accidentally teleporting yourself back to the 14th century (which would be challenging to say the least… but at least you’d know how to cure scurvey… if you managed to avoid the plague, which you don’t know how to cure, do you)…
… well the dice could role the other way, and you could find yourself… stranded in Ikea with the skills, and the basic hierarchy of needs of the Cro-Magnon slacker that deep down inside, you know yourself to truly be.
All it would take would be for all the electricity to run out, admit it. You’d be eating mice within a week.
Anyway. This is how you make fire:
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from Helmut Smits who appears to be from The Netherlands, and who has the coolest car in the world:
Brilliant. Yep, Within 1 week. Even now, thinking ahead, I eye my kitty cat’s drumsticks a lot. Is that wrong? Or more importantly, is that tasty?