Log Entry: SOL 8
Alright, so it took me about a day but I've gone through every damn box on this godforsaken planet.
I'm still fucked though not as badly as before. I've calculated that my chances of survival have risen to about twenty percent (So high!)
I decided to make an inventory list to keep track of what exactly I have and so far I actually have some pretty decent things. In one box there's one of those mega tent sets, you know the luxury ones for lazy people who don't camp, along with some blankets and extra clothes. At least I had a way to keep warm because the surface of Mars was freezing and I rather die of starvation than Hypothermia. There is also some unknown things that drifted from other dimensions and planets that I have no idea what they are. I'll tinker with them later to see what they do, hopefully one of them can help me create water.
By now I have a small outline of my survival plan. Once I set up the tent I'll use every room but one or two as a field and I'll begin to make soil. Unfortunately the ground on Mars is not suitable for planting but if I combine it with soil from Earth I can make it a stable environment for planting. I'm not a botanist but Fiddleford is and while we were constructing the portal he would always talk about his stupid plants and how when we got to the other side he'll try to make a garden. At the time I would always tell him to shut up but thank the lord he never listened because surprisingly I actually need his pointless info to survive!
My plan for today is to set up the tent and begin mixing Earth soil with the Martian soil, it shouldn't be too hard.
Log Entry: SOL 9
Fuck this.
I've had no sleep and all I want to do is go home and beat the living shit out of Stanley. Who knew setting up a tent would be so hard! (I blame Fiddleford for forgetting to pack the directions) Do you even know how many parts there is in a tent? A fucking lot. To make it worse half of the parts were labeled the same so I had to guess what fit together and lets not forget the wonderful sandstorms. I had to chase a flying tent four times. After two hours I decided to just make my own version of the tent and I must say it came out way better than that stupid deluxe camper would have.
With that all figured out I began dragging dirt from outside and laying it out. I only got one room done since Martian soil is heavy and dragging large amounts of heavy things actually strains the body (Who would've guessed!)
I think I deserve a good meal after all that hard work. Oh wait all I have is freeze dried packs from those NASA gift shops and unknown food containers from other dimensions. I don't know about you but I rather take a chance with the bad tasting NASA food.
I swear I saw one of those food packets moving.