User:Tom Failur

Personal Diary of TET

31 Feb 2006 I am known as TET. I abandoned my full name because of my father. I didn't want his legacy. I just washed up on a beach on an island. My head feels like its been kicked by a man with steel-capped boots. Incidently a man in large steel-capped boots lay dead next to me. I searche for a tavern for ages. It seems there are none on this godforsaken island. But there soon will be. I am now making it my purpose to spread the gift of alchohol to these settling adventurers. I hear there are also uncivilised natives on this island. I will introduce them too to the beauty of beer.

To help with my quest I have joined with the South Shartak Trading Company(hereby referred to as SSTC). Shartak being the name of this spit of land. I will spend the next few days gathering supplies and then it is off into the wilderness.

TET

5 April 2006 I have gathered all the supplies I will need for this first journey. I set out North east from York, the village I washed up near. I aim to bring beer to the native village of Dalpok. I also bring a very special gift. A GPS unit. I will deliver one to each native vilage as a sign of good faith. A deer crossed my path and I hacked away at it with my machete. Unfortunately I am not used to fighting sober or on an empty stomach. I did not slay the creature. I wll try again when I have more energy.

TET

6 April 2006 I slew the deer and ate as I walked. After a whole day walking I reached a lake and am resting for the night. The lake is a way point. This marks the point I should start heading North. Dalpok is at the most 3 days travel North from here. I hope these natives are friendly, and if they're not I hope they like beer. I find I can get on with anyone when they're comfortably inebriated.

TET