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+###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
+Source: A transcript from a journal.
+Author: Jack Carter
+
+---BEGIN MESSAGE---
+I figured I'd write some kind of journal, to keep record of what
+I've been through in case someone finds this...
+Back on one of the glitterworlds, I decided to upgrade one of my
+bionic implants. Seemed like standard procedure - I went under
+anesthetics which was needed for surgery to take place. And then I
+woke up. Naked. Inside of an escape pod, about to crash onto an
+unknown planet in the ass-end of nowhere. Imagine being thrown into
+a tumbledrier, thrown into a blender and then crushed into a pulp
+with pneumatic hammer, combined with the cryosleep sickness. That's
+how I felt. I have no idea how the hell did I manage to survive the
+landing, but there I was, naked, confused, and feeling like shit.
+Once I was done emptying the contents of my stomach I started to
+assess my situation.
+I was literally naked, on an alien planet with nothing on me what
+so ever - hell Robinson ain't got shit on me - at least he had some
+clothes. It was bad, but if I wouldn't be writing this journal if I
+didn't make it. Go figure. The first few days was just a mad
+scramble to just make it through to the next day. Building a
+shelter, getting familiar with local flora and fauna, getting some
+food, scavenging the most out of what was left of that escape pod
+to create some makeshift weapons for protection - It was back to
+stone-age for me.
+The good news is that I'm not alone on this rimworld. The bad news
+is that not everyone is exactly friendly. The damn place is filled
+with raiders, primitive tribes - of which some of them seem to have
+rather canibalistic tendencies, pirates, and literally explosive
+wildlife - yes some animals have these big sacs/tumors on them that
+are filled with extremely volatile liquid that has tendency to
+explode if the sac is punctured with enough force - gotta aim for
+the head, or at the very least keep your distance.
+Other than that the things have been...manageable. I seem to have
+landed in temperate forest, it's mid-spring here, there's plenty of
+edible berries and fruits to forage as well as abundance of
+wildlife for me to hunt. Whoever arranged for this sick joke must
+be disappointed - they got rid of me, but if they thought the
+wilderness would finish me off, they were wrong...
+---MESSAGE END---