Build Sequence Is Key

Instant Death

Jason was standing outside the school waiting for his brother to get out of the lockers. His Mom had told him to watch out for his little brother, make sure he got to his first period. His brother was a chatter box a favorite of the ladies even as a sophomore. Jason took a deep breath, he didn't care if he was late. He was a senior and was passing all his classes. Since his parents got divorced he just hadn't been driving as hard to be the best at least in school, the same for getting a scholarship for college, but he was going to graduate and he had saved enough from his part time job to afford his first semester of the local college. It wasn't a community college, but it did give discounts to residents of the city and it was nationally ranked in engineering. It felt so easy. He didn't understand why everyone was rushing around so worried about whether they could graduate or if they were going to be accepted to the right school. It was all hype and most of his class had fallen for it.
A deep drowning noise coming from the sky started to deep into Jason's immediate conscious awareness. Looking out over the horizon he saw a jet flying in low over the valley. Not too unusual, but still very rare. A deep wrongness clenched his abdomen and his heart started beating really fast. As he watched a missile detached from the underbelly of the fighter. Dropping away its engine soon ignited and a burning corona of gas and heat surrounded the machine of war. It's trajectory was directly at Jason or close enough it didn't make a difference. In the moments before he died calm thoughts of incredulity flickered across his consciousness. Tracking the missile as it thundered over his school a second object impacted it and world turned white.
When he woke up the fear and adrenaline that hadn't had time to hit yet flooded his body. He sat up splaying his arms and lags out for balance. But there was nothing. Literally nothing, just barren dirt and a blue blue sky.
And then a system prompt outlined in a blue border appeared in front of him.

—Welcome to Azemanjuli—
—Build your kingdom—
—Defend it—
—Take over the world—
—Starting resources: 0–
—Starting work force: 0–
—Good luck!—

Jason's jaw dropped. He had been reincarnated into a RTS world. He could feel it. Menu. He didn't even have to say the word out loud, his menu came up.

—Menu—
—Locked—
—Locked—
—Locked—
—Locked—

Out loud he now groaned, "Uggh!"
He was going to have to do this the hard way. Standing up he saw that he seemed to be in perfect health, no matter what his panicked limbic brain was telling him. All he had on him were his clothes. Everything that had been in his pockets and even his school backpack was gone. He looked around him on the ground, but there was nothing helpful just rocks and dirt.
Jason took a deep breath and sat back down, it was never a good idea to act without careful planning. He wasn't one of those people who could go with their gut. Actually he could usually go with his first thought and make it work, but his Dad has recently impressed upon him the idea that he could have even better results if he thoughtfully considered his options.
An hour later he was grinning to himself. So much for weighing the possibilities, no new information came to him. Sometimes that happened. He gave himself another knuckles worth of time. If he held his hand out with the palm on the horizon the sun of this world barely touched the top of his middle finger. It was getting along towards late afternoon. Occasionally he would shift his position and stare into the hazy trying to see if any landmarks could be seen rising from the tundra's plain. But there was nothing. Finally he turned back towards the sun and blocking his eyes so he could see better under the sun's piercing light he finally saw something. A haze within a haze, was that smoke?
Standing once again, Jason stretched and began moving towards the smoke. It took a long time to travel the distance and he was thirsty by the time he was close enough to see what was making the smoke. A collection of tents, from where he was at, maybe ten or twelve of them. Stationed at the four cardinal directions were guards standing by what looked like a leafless shrub. When he realized they were guards he dropped flat. Trying to make his profile smaller against the horizon. But as he starred at the camp he realized that one of the two guards that were closest to him was looking in his direction fixedly.