Fasalin
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DAY 1
The planet, at first sight, seemed like a wild paradise. Assadar had landed in the middle of a lush plain, where he could already see strange animals grazing. A large river flowed through the middle, and most of the animals congregated here. Assadar knew it was a perfect sort of meat--for him and for all the deadly predators who made these plains his home. There was a forest in the distance--and so instead of taking advantage of his bountiful surroundings, he quickly made for it. He planned to take up residence in the edge of the forest, so he was still sheltered but had ready access to the Savanna and its resources.
After a few hours of walking, staling through the long grass so as not to be seen as a target, he made it to the edge of the forest. He plunged inside, quickly entering another world of shifting light and still air. Here, the sounds of life were everywhere, and strange plants rose up from the ground. After a short while, he came across a clearing that he decided was suitable for a camp. The trees of the forest should provide some form of shelter from the elements. Thus, instead of focusing on shelter, he set about finding firewood for the night. The forest, though, yielded no dry wood at all, and that was an ominous sign--here, it was clear that the rain fell thick and hard, hard enough to breach the shield of the canopy.
After collecting enough wood, he set off to see what else he could find in the area. He soon came across a stream, babbling merrily down in the direction of his camp. Great. He thought. I bet she dropped me off in the low ground on purpose. He found a sharp stone which he figured he could use, as well as some larger, round ones to ring his fire. and took a long drink of the stream water--it was cold and sweet. He thren proceeded to harvest some fruit, which he found in abundance--all of it was brightly colored, which should hopefully make them easy to distinguish from one another--and therefore for him to pick the ones that were not poisonous. He'd studied the fruit extensively on his way there, as he knew it would be a very important food source. There was nothing else of interest there though, so after an hour or so he headed back.
It was starting to turn to dusk when he reached his campsite. Sitting down in a comfortable hollow in a gigantic tree, he placed his stones down around the fire and proceeded to light it--which turned out to be long and incredibly frustrating work. He finally got it to work--a pathetic little fire came into existence, but he was sure that the first gust of wind would extinguish it. Now, broke off a tree branch and got to work with his sharp stone, beginning to turn it into a makeshift spear. It wouldn't be anywhere near as good as his blaster for hunting, but he needed something. This job also proved tedious--his inexperienced hands slid across the wood imprecisely and inefficiently, either cutting deep gashes into the tip or not cutting at all. Therefore, he already felt considerably miserable when it started to rain--and this was no shower, but a full on tropical rainstorm. As thunder rolled across the sky, he pressed his back into the hollow and wrapped his jacket around him, hoping it would pass over soon. It most certainly did not.
The planet, at first sight, seemed like a wild paradise. Assadar had landed in the middle of a lush plain, where he could already see strange animals grazing. A large river flowed through the middle, and most of the animals congregated here. Assadar knew it was a perfect sort of meat--for him and for all the deadly predators who made these plains his home. There was a forest in the distance--and so instead of taking advantage of his bountiful surroundings, he quickly made for it. He planned to take up residence in the edge of the forest, so he was still sheltered but had ready access to the Savanna and its resources.
After a few hours of walking, staling through the long grass so as not to be seen as a target, he made it to the edge of the forest. He plunged inside, quickly entering another world of shifting light and still air. Here, the sounds of life were everywhere, and strange plants rose up from the ground. After a short while, he came across a clearing that he decided was suitable for a camp. The trees of the forest should provide some form of shelter from the elements. Thus, instead of focusing on shelter, he set about finding firewood for the night. The forest, though, yielded no dry wood at all, and that was an ominous sign--here, it was clear that the rain fell thick and hard, hard enough to breach the shield of the canopy.
After collecting enough wood, he set off to see what else he could find in the area. He soon came across a stream, babbling merrily down in the direction of his camp. Great. He thought. I bet she dropped me off in the low ground on purpose. He found a sharp stone which he figured he could use, as well as some larger, round ones to ring his fire. and took a long drink of the stream water--it was cold and sweet. He thren proceeded to harvest some fruit, which he found in abundance--all of it was brightly colored, which should hopefully make them easy to distinguish from one another--and therefore for him to pick the ones that were not poisonous. He'd studied the fruit extensively on his way there, as he knew it would be a very important food source. There was nothing else of interest there though, so after an hour or so he headed back.
It was starting to turn to dusk when he reached his campsite. Sitting down in a comfortable hollow in a gigantic tree, he placed his stones down around the fire and proceeded to light it--which turned out to be long and incredibly frustrating work. He finally got it to work--a pathetic little fire came into existence, but he was sure that the first gust of wind would extinguish it. Now, broke off a tree branch and got to work with his sharp stone, beginning to turn it into a makeshift spear. It wouldn't be anywhere near as good as his blaster for hunting, but he needed something. This job also proved tedious--his inexperienced hands slid across the wood imprecisely and inefficiently, either cutting deep gashes into the tip or not cutting at all. Therefore, he already felt considerably miserable when it started to rain--and this was no shower, but a full on tropical rainstorm. As thunder rolled across the sky, he pressed his back into the hollow and wrapped his jacket around him, hoping it would pass over soon. It most certainly did not.