User:TripleU/The Journal of Fiery Dweevil

This is the journal of Fiery Dweevil.

Pre-journal

I came to this island when I saw a poster in a local shop. It promised this place would hold easy living- huts readily shared, wondrous weather, and exotic life. Being a botanist, I decided to take the trip. I arrived in a town called Derby, which as I was told on the boat, was run by the Eastern Federation. It was of little surprise when I saw the town striped of plants. So I decided to head out when I could. I searched for supplies and strengthened my legs for the journey I was to take. While I did this, I heard many things about this island. These include:

• Even if you die, you can be brought back to life by one of the native magic-men. I discounted this as propaganda to get me to join the Federation or similar force. If one thinks death is alright, then they would be more likely to fight. I have no interest in war.
• The island is really a giant crab-turtle-lobster-thing. Possible, but unlikely.
• There are many tigers waiting to tear me to pieces. Why would they do this? I got a few extra machetes anyway.
• Jungle growth is not affected by the presence of jungle. This seemed interesting. Could the flora here be so different? Perhaps all growing from bulbs that cannot easily be removed? I had found something to test.

So I headed West to test this thought on jungle. I would reach a small peninsula and clear cut half of it. How would the jungle retake this land? All at once? Or from the North, where there already is jungle? The answer would surely prove whether or not there was sense in thick pathways.

January 1

An innocent victim who owes me money.

Yesterday I cleared the peninsula. I woke to the face of Jack W Spalding. He said he was in the South Shartak Trading Company, and offered me any supplies I could pay for. I gave him six gold coins- my only savings- for wood for signs. I wrote on the sand and trees to not chop here, for fear that passerby may ruin my data. When I returned, Jack was dead. Just lying there on the beach, blood everywhere. It was horrible! I'd been here not even a week, and already, someone died. Since I'll need to stay here until my research ends, I'll need to search the jungle to replace whatever supplies runs out. I hope for more traders to come by.

January 3

A fierce opponent.

Yesterday I took down my first bit of data, so far nothing of use. I was well supplied, so I headed out to hunt. I found a tiger. It tried, as I had heared it would, to tear me to peices. After a day of fighting it, I retreated, badley wounded, but ready to heal myself. I returned to find half of the jungle I was observing chopped to peices. I passed out. I woke to Batman healing my tiger-wounds. I send word to Derby offering 50 first aid kits to anyone who could find out who had done this. I considered becoming a hermit and living at [-70.518,+26.447]. One man gets murdered and onother ruins my data...

January 4

Mail travels fast around here.

I got a reply to my letter. testingthelimits said, "I am willing to offer my assistance in your situation. More details, as well as where I can pick up the trail, will be needed." I replied by elaborating on my research and his role in it;

Well, I was innocently observing how the jungle would regrow in an area chopped at the same time, mostly about how nearby jungle would affect it. This data would show if there was sense in making paths thicker than one space.(Other than dodging the thick areas.) I believe jungle grows independently from it's neighbors, but wanted to get evidence of it. However, when I returned from a (unsuccessful) fight with a tiger, half of the nearby jungle was gone. I hadn't gone far along with the experiment, but the peninsula was the best spot available. To repeat it I'd have to go some where else, make a much larger clearing, and collect much more data. This is were you come in. I'll be at the peninsula, with the first 10 FAKs. Then you'd just follow the trail wherever it takes you, until it takes you to either (as I'll call him for now) Mr. Evilface, untrackable terrain, or a location were you cannot safely assume which trail is Mr. Evilface's. Just tell me his name. I require no animosity. As for the last 40 FAKs, they could be delivered wherever is convenient (for both of us).

He replied by saying, "I'm heading there immediately. I'm also interested in helping you with this project. Since the decline in activity with the derby rangers, I'd love to take some time to watch jungle grow. Do you have room for another?" I eagerly accepted. But ,now that I had set aside 50 FAKs for him, I had only about 12 for myself. So, when a tiger came by, I was not in a good spot. I couldn't fight it, for the wounds would take all my FAKs. I couldn't run, for then testingthelimits couldn't find me, which would slow down his reaching the trail and lessen the chance of him finding Mr. Evilface. I ran as far as I felt I should have, and looked around for some fruit. I found a mango. Then I took a nap. I woke to find that my face was missing, as well as that I was dead. I was a tad disappointed, but very intrigued. I was dead... but, I wasn't dead. A confounding situation. My consciousness was trapped in a lifeless body. I began to believe the rumors about the magic men of this island. So, with a huge mental strain, I try to contact one of them. As my spirit was whisked across the island, everything went dark. Your surroundings came back into view and I found that magically I had been brought back to life by Skulu. some how, my face had been reattached... This is one crazy island. Or am I the only crazy one? Perhaps I'm just horribly wounded by the tiger, and I'm just hallucinating. Either way, I was to tiered to stand, and fear that my new fried may have to start work before I can give him his advance pay.