Day 1

Jade:

Where am I?

I somehow woke up somewhere that isn't my bed, isn't my room, and definitely isn't anywhere I've ever heard of before. Honestly, I don't know what it was that tipped me off. Maybe the gigantic freaking monsters that are all over the place?

I didn't even have time to stretch when I woke up earlier before some three horned thing started charging at me. It was all scaly and alien and it smelled funny and what the hell? It chased me all the way into the jungle (oh yeah, because if monsters weren't already bad enough, now I have to deal with humidity and bugs everywhere) and now it's dark out and I'm hiding as far up a tree as I could climb. There are things crashing around below me, but I think I'm up high enough that they can't reach me. Hopefully.

Alright. I think I'm a bit calmer now. Writing my thoughts down has always helped me keep myself together, although it unfortunately doesn't really distract me from how hungry I am. At least this thing in my arm glows enough that I can kind of see around me.

Oh, yeah, that's another thing. There's some… machine or something stuck in my arm. Like, into my arm. I tried pulling it out earlier, but its stuck and all I managed to do was make my arm sore. At least it doesn't itch?

I want to go home.

Adam:

This is so cool! There are dinosaurs everywhere! I mean, I have absolutely no clue where I am, or what this thing in my arm is, but freaking dinosaurs!

Alright, alright, lemme back things up a bit. So, I woke up on the nicest beach I've ever seen earlier, and had no clue how I got there (still don't, but I'll figure it out eventually), and at first I thought that maybe I had managed to sleep walk my way all the way to Miami or something. It wouldn't be the first time. But then, after walking around for an hour or so and seeing all these weird chickens all over the beach, I saw what I thought was a really, really weird tree from the corner of my eye. Only, it wasn't a grey, scaly, diseased tree, it was a freaking brontosaurus! A real, live bronto!

I tried talking to it, but it ignored me. Didn't even look at me when I walked up and patted its leg. Or, well, its foot. Thing is huge. Maybe I should try yelling louder to it tomorrow- its head is pretty far up there.

Anyways, after I tried getting its attention for a while, I noticed it was pulling these berries off the trees that kinda looked like blackberries, only electric blue. It seemed to really like them, and I was starving, so I followed it around and ate a bunch of the ones that were close to the ground. They were awesome. I probably shouldn't go around just eating unknown fruits, to be honest, but hey- at least I was smart enough not to eat the red ones, right? Plus, I'm writing this and haven't died yet, so the berries I ate shouldn't be poisonous.

Anyways, eventually I followed the bronto back to a big clearing a little bit away from the beach, and a bunch of its friends are here. They don't seem to mind me being here, so I guess I'm just gonna crash here for the night. All weirdness of the day aside, it's kinda nice being able to see the stars for once.

Berry:

Journal Entry One, Day One, Southern Tropical Island

So as to keep a log of all of my actions and prior locations, I plan to record as many of my thoughts into this journal as possible at the end of each day, along with as accurate of a map as I can make without a bird's eye view or any cartography tools. Thankfully, after examining it for some time, I found that this mechanism in my arm offers the name of my current location in addition to its various other functions. It should assist in keeping track of where I am.

Now, to start with my current thoughts, I suspect I have been abducted by aliens and promptly tagged and abandoned in a foreign environment. It sounds utterly mad, but this marker embedded in my left forearm is far more advanced than any technology currently available. Setting aside my excitement at what may be confirmation of extraterrestrial life, what this means for the moment is that I must find a way to survive in what is very possibly a hostile environment. There are hundreds of what should be extinct organisms roaming near my current position, and many of them appear to be predatory. The creatures that look to be greatly enlarged velociraptors are of particular concern, although I have only observed them from a distance for the time being.

Unfortunately, I have not found any evidence of other humans present in my vicinity. While this may sound cruel, I have no choice but to hope that there are other people who were abducted and inserted into this environment. Without a group, I have little hope for my extended survival, much less any sort of organized and extended escape plan. Tomorrow I plan to continue exploring my area, keeping an eye out for any other abductees. As long as I am cautious, I should be capable of moving along the beach without alerting any of the predators that wander the jungle.

For the moment, I have found a small, shallow cave that is suitable for me to set up a camp. I spent the later hours of today crafting a woven curtain to disguise the entrance to my cave, coated in the potent smelling juices of the numerous black berries growing on the low bushes of the jungle. It should serve to temporarily hide my position from anything that seeks to eat me, in addition to keeping out the chill night air. In addition, the extra fiber I was able to harvest from the bushes with my alien tool is reasonably soft and warm, and will work as bedding for the night.

As it is late, and I will have to wake early in order to make the most of my time, I will leave describing the various intricacies and functions of the alien tool until tomorrow- or perhaps I will simply describe them over time as they become more important. Either way, I shall not be writing about them this evening so as to leave time for me to sleep.

On a side note, I must find some way to alter my clothing to be better suited to my environment. Unsurprisingly, a silk nightgown is a less than satisfactory outfit for a jungle expedition.

Mumbuto:

I have woken far from my home and family, surrounded by creatures I have never seen before. One of the small, frilled ones attacked me shortly after I came to my senses on the shores at the edge of the seaside jungle. It fought bravely, with a viciousness I have rarely witnessed before even from the lions of home. Although it was no larger than a young hyena, it very nearly managed to take my life. Weaponless as I am, I was forced to meet its teeth and claws with nothing more than a stone snatched from the sand. After some time, I proved that it was not my match in close combat and it backed away, hissing and expanding its frills. I thought it to be no more than a display, and moved forward to seal my victory.

I had become overconfident and lowered my guard. A mistake, one that I should know to avoid, and one that nearly proved deadly. Before I could strike the creature down with my stone, it launched a thick, burning venom into my face. Although I narrowly avoided much of it, a small stream struck near my eyes, and for a short time, I was blinded. In that moment, the creature opened a terrible wound across my belly. However, the creature did not escape unscathed, as I slammed my stone into its skull, felling it for good.

In honor of the creature's strength, I now feast upon its flesh so that I may carry its spirit with me in future battles. Its frill I carry around my neck and across my shoulders as a trophy of my victory, and as a cloak to warm me on this cold night. The creature's spirit approves, as it has helped me to speed the healing of the wound it inflicted. It will scar, but will serve as a memory of my mistake and a warning toward those I may make in the future. When the sun rises, I shall craft myself a spear and make my way through the jungle, so that I may find my way home.