
—-Entry Log -0002 Food and fuel. Food and fuel. That’s it. That’s all I need, and I can get out of here. Or— at the very least, find enough materials to get a shelter set up, and make my… pathetic last stand. Quietly. I HATE THIS DESOLATE FUCKING PLANET. No. relax. *exhales sharply* alright. I’ve been getting… anxious thinking about that pyramid. I think it’s been staring at me. For the last few days. This area's secluded enough, but I should probably move on