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