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The Forest: Tents But No Nudists (Part 4)

-Tents But No Nudists-

So, got across the river fine. Got a freaking rock in my converse and my pants are soaked but couldn’t be worse right?

That there was sarcasm. If you don’t know sarcasm you’re nothing to me. Then again… I’m writing to myself and therefore I know what sarcasm is and therefore I mean something to me… I don’t know I think I have a concussion or something… don’t ask me questions… or me don’t ask me questions!

I haven’t even been out here for a day and I’m already going crazy…

Anyways, walked along this path. I’m guessing that something made this a while back as it appears pretty clear asides from one tree, oh and a big freakin’ hole in the ground. I’m thinking this was one of those sights where they tested nukes back in the day. I wouldn’t know if this place is freaking radiated – I have no geiger counter. Maybe I could gig one up out of pop cans and microchips… I’m sure if I’m desperate enough I could MacGyver anything… although I’m more like a Bear Grylls when it comes to down to it.

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So… yeah… a big hole in the ground too steep for me to climb down unless my goal is to kill myself, which here’s a shocker, it isn’t. I’ll make sure to stay away from that thing unless I need to go down there. Here’s to hoping I don’t need to go there…

Continuing along the path I saw something bright orange in the distance. At first I thought prisoners with the bright neon orange through the trees, then I thought hunters. Turns out is wasn’t either of those. It was a freaking tent. Well not just one… at least four from my counting and behind them were some wooden structures of some sort. I made camp for the night, thinking maybe the owners of the neon tents would return.

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Nope. Nothing. No one… not even those nudists.

I should stop trying to find them and instead make camp somewhere… maybe near fresh water and a constant food source. If I do that maybe they will find me. Nothing could go wrong with that.

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The Forest: Discovered the Cockpit (Part 3)

|Cockpit and Microchips|

I didn’t have to travel too far through the woods to make it to a water source. A thin river and from the taste of it salt water meaning I’m close to an ocean. Bad news, I won’t be able to drink the water. Good news, I have pop and mini alcohol bottles to keep me hydrated until I do… hopefully.

I followed downstream over some rough terrain until I saw what looked to be the cockpit of the plane resting in the middle of the water on an island. The closer I got the more suitcases I found, meaning more supplies.

Everything’s coming up Milhouse I guess…

Upon closer investigation of the cockpit I found some microchips and a flare gun. Unfortunately the pilot and co-pilot didn’t survive. The blackbox was damaged, and it’s not like I could really use it for anything anyways… so I left it in the cockpit.

I buried the two bodies on the shoreline across the way in hopes that would keep the larger predators away. The flare gun may scare the small one’s off, but bears in Canada are known to be bold.

I sat along the shoreline to recover my strength. Ate a candy bar (I hate Skor they make my teeth stick together) and a Orange Crush. Those won’t last me long… so hopefully I find those nudists who took my son within the next couple of days.

I don’t know why I took the microchips from the plane. I’m guessing out of habit, since I collect that kind of stuff to upgrade computers back in New York. Maybe with enough willpower I can make a router or maybe upgrade my cellphone to boost a signal or something…

Whatever, I’ll figure out some use for them… I should keep moving…

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The Forest: Scavenging What Remains (Part 2)

|Tennis Balls Suck|

Okay… I have some good news and bad news.

Good news, I found myself an axe.

Bad new, the stewardess is dead.

Now before you freak out, no I did not – I stress DID NOT – kill the stewardess. The best I can come up with is the emergency axe came loose during the flight and lodged itself in her chest.

I guess I won’t be axing her what happened…

Too soon? Yeah… too soon…

Anyways, I looked around the crash site in hopes that maybe my son was wandering around but it appears my worst fears have come true.

Nudists have taken my child.

Asides from my worst fears being realized I broken open some of the suitcases laying about and found supplies. Cloth, snack bars, alcohol, and money. If I was in Vegas I’d be having a blast right now.

Oh, and note to future self – if you ever go on a plane again don’t pack freaking tennis balls. They are useless!

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How the heck am I going to survive on tennis balls!?

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