corneleus’s diary

dear journal
i am corneleus talthon. i was recently held hostage by some drunk merchants. i’ve escaped but mistook this island for a populated
one. it wasn’t. this is day 4 of my journey of this island. i’ve been scouting the entire island. there is a volcano ast the top i’ve
befriended one of the native tribes here.

dear journal
this is entry 2. i’ve found an abandoned settlement of the busamzic tribe. according to the tribe i befriended, who’s name i can’t
write or pronounce, said that they conquered the busamzic tribe 45 moon’s (nights) ago. i was escorted here by them.

dear journal
i have just found someone, a guru, i think, he’s wearing a mask that is so big it cover’s his entire body all that you can see is
his arms and legs. he’s sitting in a meditorial position. i tapped his shoulder and he fell, i took the mask off him and it looked like
all his blood was sucked out of his face. his eyes were open, i closed them i decided to burn the body. it was the most humane
way to get rid of it.

dear journal
it is day 7. i am growing weary. from all the survival stories i’ve read, i learned a lot. tonight i’ll make a snare, hopefully catch
something. have i ever  told you my carreer? i’m an american  scientist.(i was in africa at the time before the kidnapping).  my
life’s work (or at least dream) is to create a suit of robotic armorthat can do amazing things, like project force fields or use sound
as a weapon. who knows? i might think of something in this forest. maybe blue prints? i donno, we’ll see, i guess.

dear journal
 in the snare, i caught a chinchilla, i checked it for rabees and fortunaetly the thing didn’t have the deadly disease. i’ve
learned how to gut animals from watching man vs. wild so much. it was a good meal.