This place is so frustrating that I want to scream!
ARRGH!!!
It's not nearly as satisfying writing a scream as it is to actually scream it out loud. Dammit.
Everything here is trying to kill me. If it's not some prehistoric terror ambushing me from out of nowhere, it's dehydration and starvation. And I can't get too far from my very tiny shelter or I die—again—and risk losing the few tools I have so far managed to craft—again and again. The little progress I do make is a
Another survivor has tamed a bird larger than anything I've heard of--something our implants' HUD identifies as an Argentavis. While the Pteranodon is more easily tamed, the Argentavis truly is a better all-around mount for sky travel. The carrying capacity alone makes them worth their weight in metal ingots, and even better, their saddle incorporates a small smithy so that we can craft items on the fly.
This new addition to our animal menagerie has allowed us access to the skies. Flyin
My tribe-mates are idiots.
Let me rephrase: My tribe-mates sometimes act like idiots.
Yesterday, I was out in the field harvesting metal to refill our forge; as usual I had an ear out for the tribe's communications in case of trouble on either end. About halfway through my task, I hear our tribe prankster utter the dreaded words, "Watch this." I then heard several minutes' worth of giggles and laughing as I started to make my slow way back to base.
When I returned, I foun
My earliest days upon the Island were fraught with death and loss. Eventually, though, I established a safe base away from the dangers that had plagued me until then. I even made a new friend who had many months' experience in this strange place.
Soon enough, and with a little assistance, I was able to tame a young Mesopithecus, which I named Roger. Though my first approach frightened him (and my nearby Trike did little to calm him), I was eventually able to fully tame him.
Together w
