Log Entry: SOL 6
I just realized something. I failed to tell you where I am.
Mars.
I'm on fucking Mars. I know your first question is going to be, holy shit how are you alive, and let me tell you it's a miracle I'm even able to write this.
Thank the lord for my smart head because without it I would be dead. When I was thrown through the portal I didn't originally land on Mars. I went flying through several dimensions picking random things up along the way before crashing onto the surface of Mars.
I began tinkering with the items discovering that one of them was actually some super high tech suit. It took me a while to figure out the buttons on the suit but what I did know was that it took the Carbon Dioxide from the Martian air and changed it into Oxygen. That's actually all I cared about at the moment since I didn't want to press the other buttons and end up breaking something.
If I was going to die it sure as Hell wasn't going to be because of something stupid I did.
After regaining my regular breathing rate I decided to explore. There had to be some way to communicate with anybody. Sadly the one thing Fiddleford and I didn't throw into the portal was a communication device. Seriously we had everything else here but a stupid walkie talkie.
I had some dried food packets and water to last for about a month, a half along with an air sealable blow up tent (I have no idea how it got here but I'll take it!), seeds, and some other boxes I have yet to go through.
Alright so my chances of survival weren't that high. I'm a genius though, there was definitely a major chance of me surviving I just had to come up with a survival plan.
That shouldn't be hard, right?