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## Your Notes

The first Lore entry is your own, describing how you got shipwrecked.

### Shipwrecked!

The last thing I can remember is the storm. But... that was no ordinary storm!

The sea turned rough, and all of a sudden I was surrounded by high waves and dark clouds! Between the waves I could see some kind of green coloured portal open up... and now... here I am. But... where am I?

Wherever I am, I need to survive! Perhaps I can craft something useful from the pebbles on this beach?

### Part 1

Well, this isn't bad, is it? The place is so quiet, so calm. I'm in paradise! I've lost count of the years that I've been here. I'm never going to get bored of spending time just hanging out with my monkey pals. The other animals are alright too. Luckily the boars do their own thing, and the large cats don't bother me (well, other than that one tiger bite to the bum incident on my first day. Ooft.)

I don't miss other people. The monkeys here are the only friends I need. It isn't dangerous here, but without their help I wouldn't have survived long after washing up in that dreadful storm.

### Part 2

How dare they! Where did they EVEN come from?! THEY ARE GOING TO RUIN EVERYTHING!!! Hrumph! They have done nothing but cause an awful ruckus since they showed up.

Here I am, just minding my own business, and then they've shown up and caused all this commotion! Was it too much to ask to just be left alone?!

No one else will appreciate how perfect this place is, not as much as I do. It's mine, they can't have it.

Perhaps they've learned the stories of the ancient secrets these islands hold, the treasures that I have collected; Well, I will never hand them over, I will protect this island and everything here, at any cost...

### Part 3

Well, there have been some interesting developments. Not all of those that came to ruin my peace have survived, it seems the island does not want them here!

For those that have continued to overstay their welcome, I have decided that we will trap them. They will never leave. We cannot risk them telling more people about this magnificent place. We don't want any more visitors. No, thank you!

The monkeys have started to help me build great labyrinths, and hidden vaults, all scattered throughout our lands. We will trap anyone who stumbles upon them. They will be complex, and they'll be cruel... mwahahaha.

### Part 4

I can't believe this! One of those punks managed to escape from my favourite vault! It was a true masterpiece; it should have been impossible for them to leave! AND THE CHEEK OF THEM! Not only did they have the nerve to hop into this hideous flying balloon, but they also took off with my spyglass! Well, they'll be sorry. I said I'd protect this island at all costs, and I will. The island needs me, and I have created something that will save it. Creatures that are monstrous and fierce. I call them, the Orclings.

## Adminicus Maximus

    Skeleton found near a monkey mosaic on Island 2. Recognizable by his Roman helmet.

### Part 1

I, Adminicus Maximus, Centurion, poet, lover, bureaucrat... am lone survivor of a terrible wave that ravaged my ship. This will be my request for Rome to acknowledge my survival - so much delicious procedure, to inform my many loved ones! (How I long to write those administrative scrolls myself!)

We were travelling to the Island State of Atlantis, to give warning of an oracle's vision of its destruction! I would hate to see Atlantis lost. It creates the most passionate poetry, and THE strictest civil planning regulations! What an exciting thought. I need to sit down for a moment.

### Part 2

Conquest of Adminicus Maximus. Day 04.

I found a large metallic object. It was as wide as two elephants; a hollow cylinder protrudes from the upper half. I wish to take this back as a treasure, but I fear it would not fit through the gate of the Pomerium! I will submit measurements to the officer of Rome for official comparison of the dimensions. I am envious of such an exciting responsibility!

I have now encountered several labyrinths of different style and origin. They appear ancient, predating even the most basic building regulations, I am angered with such disregard for building codes. I had to shield my eyes!

### Part 3

Conquest of Adminicus Maximus. Day 06.

The monkeys on this island fascinate me. When offered food they seem willing to perform tasks. I believe they can be trained to build structures such as houses, shops, a coliseum and perhaps even... planning offices. I foresee a city of simian bureaucrats and civil servants... perhaps a whole simian legion! They could join Rome in laying waste to Carthage... Carthage must be destroyed!

Establishing Rome's first monkey populated city will earn me a glorious title! I shall be surrounded by celebration, by etiquette, by glorious rules and procedures!

### Part 4

Conquest of Adminicus Maximus. Day 12.

There is a village nearby... it is home to a warrior race, living chaotic and... unregulated lives! I glimpsed their pathetic excuse for a sanitation system, or should I say... PIT. It is CLEARLY not built to regulatory dimensions.

I entered the village, and formally declared them to be under the control of the Roman Empire, yet a fit of rage spread throughout the populous, and I was chased away! Have they not asked themselves what Rome could do for them?

### Part 5

Conquest of Adminicus Maximus. Day 14.

I plan to lead by example and show this island what it means to be civilised. I have founded the city of Magna Simia, where the monkeys can finally live a free life, under strict regulation.

I appoint administrative duties to the monkeys, allowing them an allotted time to challenge such duties they feel are not awarded correctly. I am pleased to report that no such challenge has been made, the monkeys are happy with their roles, as am I! I plan a tremendous mosaiced floor celebrating the city's founding, once the monkey in charge of city planning approves.

### Part 6

Conquest of Adminicus Maximus. Day 30.

I have news of a visitation by another human today, who appeared upon a ship rather than travelled through the air rather than over the sea. This human must hold an important position over these islands! I told of my plans for Magna Simia, and that I claimed these lands for the Roman Empire.

The stranger delivered a gift as part of an impromptu ceremony, a magical device for bringing a faraway place close to the eye. I gave the gift to the monkey consul for safe keeping, yet they screamed and threw it into a river. This was just one example of the growing abhorrent behaviour plaguing Magna Simia...

### Part 7

Conquest of Adminicus Maximus. Day 52.

I have grave news: Magnia Simia has fallen! A monkey Consul, consumed by greed, declared himself the emperor! After a reign lasting mere minutes, he was overthrown by his nephew! The monkeys shun organised procedure in favour of chaos, and screaming... and throwing things.

I have no choice but to take this land by force. When I am rescued from this island, I shall return in due course with a Legion (and of course with all the correct approval forms from the Senate.) We shall retake Magna Simia, and then march upon the island. We will introduce culture, sanitation, the arts, bureaucracy and civil liberty... by force!

### Part 8

Selected works of Adminicus Maximus - Ode to the Sanitation Channel.

Gather round and listen if you please,

To this tale of a land across the seas,

Where variation of fauna exceed expectation,

Where inhabitants know not of efficient sanitation.

A travelling artist sees this land his muse,

But for his relief there is not a thing he can use,

Hands into soil he digs in a spot unoccupied,

A sanitation channel, a regulatory 6 inches wide!

Over days the channel is much improved,

Peoples joyous at waste being removed,

Civilisation has arrived, crowns stand cheering,

For this achievement of Roman civil engineering.

The land is calm, free from tensions,

By a sanitation channel with correct dimensions,

The artist is remembered with adoration,

Now this land utilizes efficient sanitation.

Adminicus Maximus.

## Alison Smith

### Part 1

Subject: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

This is Alison Smith, seat 3A. I just want to say that for business class, this experience has been quite awful (except for the food service, that was actually quite reasonable.) Anyway, the craft was going to crash, I get it! The pods were ejected, fine! but where am I? How come there's no other passengers here? The rest of my sales team are nowhere to be seen!

None of my office apps have connectivity here... I've got no choice but to use the novelty 'pen and paper' set I was luckily carrying at the time. It takes so long to get any real work done!

### Part 2

Subject: RE: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

I cannot get a signal anywhere! A business plan with 'guaranteed' speeds, a network of drones... NOTHING! Still, now that I've activated that SOS app, time to see if RESCUE-NOW-4-LESS can stick to their promise of reaching anywhere on Earth within the hour.

I've a conference in San Angeles in a couple of days! My talk on 'Disruptive Sales-Driven Solutions for Out of the Box Thinkers' is HIGHLY anticipated! Highly. Anticipated.

### Part 3

Subject: RE: RE: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

I've been here 6 hours and no still rescue? Are we back in the 23rd century here? I have seen someone else drop down from the sky to another nearby island however. Hopefully it's the manager of this place!

To top it off, I've honestly just spotted another person dressed as... wait for it... a Viking! That's it, I'm out. This is some corporate exercise, right? Next I'll have to build a raft with someone from the P.R department? I already have my certificate from the 'Escape the Moon' challenge at the lunar team building centre; I don't need to do this AS WELL!

### Part 4

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

So, a couple of 'monsters' came out of the jungle today, worst outfits I've ever seen. I said I wasn't in the mood for their games and didn't want to participate. If they'd have done correct due diligence and bothered to look at my professional profile, they'd know I have numerous endorsements for mixed martial arts - I even share motivational on the subject!

When they've finished picking up their teeth, maybe they'll be able to fetch the manager for me? My conference is TOMORROW, I need to get out of here!

### Part 5

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

Well, that's that! I've missed the conference! maybe I could give one next year on SUING TRANSPORT PROVIDERS instead? Or so-called PLANETARY RESCUE companies?

I'm feeling stressed by all this, because... I've just... sneezed. I mean, I've never had one before (obviously) but I'm sure that was one. If I had any connectivity, I'd be able to double check. I've not taken any Vitali-Chews since arriving, but I'm confident even this backwater has been cleared of ALL germs.

### Part 6

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

I had another 'exercices' to deal with. Animatronic pig thing. Very authentic, but I'd appreciate less aggression, I'm not taking any responsibility for what I had to do to get it to stop charging at me!

On top of everything else, my throat hurts... my nose is now running, this is awful, it's like being in the mediaeval ages! I honestly don't know what this is, but it must be some new super virus! I mean, we've eradicated everything else, I just hope the health centres can deal with it.

### Part 7

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Poor Service

From: AS 103984449 E

I am so... SO disappointed that I missed the conference! It's the first I've missed since the one back in 2617, but I don't even have the energy to care anymore. I don't know how to say this, but I am sneezing, literally every couple of minutes...

I sneeze, I cough sometimes, I feel a bit tired for no reason. I haven't felt this lethargic since visiting our call centre in the Venusian atmosphere. I just hope whoever organised this mess decides to come collect me soon. I'm going to have to rest. Just a little sleep... then I'll be rescued...

## Annushka Sazonov

### Part 1

1788 - February 13th.

My name is Annushka Sazonov. I led a simple life... until... I was given the gift of immortality! And... the gift of transmogrification! And... the gift... well... the reliance on human blood. You could say, it sucks.

I have spent the last 170 years in my native home, now I ship myself to the Americas in search of a fresh start, and something I can sink my teeth into. I awoke to find my coffin had washed ashore; I don't know what happened to the ship, we tend to be deep sleepers...

### Part 2

1788 - February 18th.

Before I had this 'gift' so generously bestowed upon me, a tropical island bathed in sunlight would have been my idea of bliss, but can you imagine how hard it is to find prey when the days are so long? I have such little time before sunrise - it is so tiring!

The inhabitants here are aggressive during daylight, I can always hear them fighting! At least there are plenty of caves, to hide from the sun and to Rest... in Peace.

### Part 3

1788 - February 21st

In general, bats are quite indifferent to the presence of humans. Well I can assure you, the island's bats are not indifferent to me. They are disrespectful. They are prejudiced. Just because I am a vampire! They have a close social bond, squeaking and chattering nasty things about me, spreading vicious rumours!

This cave is disgusting anyway, it is filthy and it is a home to awful bats! Tonight I will fly to a new cave, maybe a nice labyrinth, with BATS who are DECENT (I made sure to read that out loud!)

### Part 4

1788 - March 2nd

The moon has such a strange effect on this land. It enters a new phase and the island is replenished. Felled trees reappear, strange creatures return to life... I do not complain, there is more prey for me!

I have found another cave to rest in today, the bats here are less judgemental than those stupid idiot bats at the other cave, I hope they get turned into stew!

### Part 5

1788 - March 5th.

Last night I found fresh prey, but it was all in... vein. I found a woman sleeping in the early hours. She was a traveller from another land, and her jewellery was chirping strange noises as she slept!

I changed into my true form and approached her neck, ready to bite! But... I sensed something about her... she was deathly unwell. A pity. I may feed mercilessly on innocent victims, but I have some standards!

### Part 6

1788 - March 20th.

I am feeling pangs of hunger. I flew into the jungle looking for prey, but I found nothing... I did find the most impressive ruins though. Stone walls, columns, statues, the most intricate mosaic of the monkeys who live here... oh how I long for some culture, how I miss civilisation!

When I reach the new world, I will gorge myself on the arts... and the finest high-society blood I can find!

### Part 7

1788 - March 22th.

I am growing weak, there is not enough here to feed on, and it is days before the new moon appears. I still go hunting, but I fly slower, I cannot go too far out of fear I won't get back to the cave in time... but I need to find a human to feed on, there is too much at stake.

Tonight, I may try flying a little further into the jungle, just in case there is another camp. I must be careful, I need to make it back before sunrise...

## Araki Katsura

### Part 1

Komyo 12. Second day month of Water.

I am Araki Katsura, Samurai Warrior under the command of General Tani. We are at war with a fearsome and cunning leader - the Count! A foe who toys with his enemy. He knows no nobility, leaving many a trap for our troops.

Our battle had reached its conclusion - us versus the feared Green Guard, the henchmen of The Count. In the shadow of his castl we fought. The Count took to the battlefield, our number were eliminated one by one. I saw him take aim at me. I blacked out. When I came to, I was in this jungle... this is surely the most torturous of the Count's tricks!

### Part 2

Komyo 12. Fifth day of the month of Water.

I have not been here long, but I already witnessed a giant bird that flies without flapping its wings. It was stuck by lightning, and I saw it crash into the jungle. But before it landed, it dropped something that gently glided down to earth. Maybe it was a dragon and not a bird? There was a huge fireball when it landed!

I am not surrounded by my fellow warriors, I feel lost. We have overcome many challenges together: Passed a perilous bridge whilst under fire from enemy cannon, brave a hellish maze whilst demons hunted us...

### Part 3

Komyo 12. Seventh day of the month of Water.

I came across a stagnant pond, floating logs between the other side and I. I placed my foot on the first log, it began to rotate. This would be a challenge of my agility. I sensed many eyes watching me, I had to move quick.

I danced from log to log, each spinning under foot. I struggled for grip, and in the blink of an eye my legs separated - each travelling a direction of their own! I was left straddling the log, my cry of pain as loud as the dragon's roar! I journey on, though I walk much differently now...

### Part 4

Komyo 12. Eleventh day of the month of Water.

From the heavens fell an enormous sky lantern, a chariot of the Count's Green Guard! I hid in the bushes and observed. I expected the guard to start throwing projectiles in my direction, or to give chase... or... to don a large decorative mask, and begin running about the area. But he did not.

Instead he left behind an item, a metal cylinder which makes the horizon larger or smaller, depending on how it is used. I do not know what kind of challenge the Count has planned, but I will keep this mysterious item with me.

### Part 5

Komyo 12. Twelfth day of the month of Water.

I was met by a new challenge. A group of five or so enemies, resting by a river. I drew my sword and sliced through them as if they were mere air. In the distance I could hear shouting. Reinforcements!

I looked to the river. Stones marked a path across. The first stone was loose, it sunk as I put my weight to it. Seeing the reinforcements approaching, I ran across the stones. I made it to the other side. I saw a pursuing enemy lose footing on a rock that disappeared, sending them crashing into the water!

### Part 6

Komyo 12. Fourteenth day of the month of Water.

I came across a labyrinth, its thick stone wall housed a series of wooden doors. Hearing the war-cry of General Tani in my ear, I ran with all my might towards a door, and burst through! Splinters flew through the air. I kept my momentum, for there was a second row of doors... another explosion of wood as I broke through!

To my surprise, an evil spirit, a vision I have seen only in paintings! I met their evil gaze as they ran toward me. I did not draw my sword, instead I ran for another door, but as if made of stone, I could not pass through! The demon bearing down on me, I sprinted for another door and broke through. I had made it into the labyrinth!

### Part 7

Komyo 12. Fifteenth day of the month of Water.

I had found a mysterious object, an ancient war machine. Is this another challenge? I pulled a wooden board from the object, when a boar - ravaged by evil spirits - charged towards me! In my surprise I fell back down a muddy slope.

Out of control, I pulled myself onto the board and balanced as best I could, for a river was ahead. I controlled the board, riding out onto the water, gently slowing down, but then... a demon appeared! It rose from the waves and threw me into the water! I drew my sword and relieved the demon's head from its shoulders!

### Part 8

Komyo 12. Twenty second day of the month of Water

I have travelled far on this island, but I cannot see a clear path to reach and vanquish the Count. I have yet to find my next challenge. All seems quiet here, but...

I have just seen two boulders falling from a cliff. It must be the Count's Green Guard. I know of their cunning plans; those boulders are but a trick, for they are made of paper! I will run into their path and push them to one side. When I reach the cliff top, I shall defeat all who stand there!

## Capt. Anne Bellamy

    Skeleton found on a chest in the jungle on Island 3. Recognizable by their pirate hat.

### Part 1

Captain's Log: April 20th, 1704

This here be the log of CAPTAIN. ANNE BELLAMY. My specialty... is findin' ships and goin' STEALIN'! BUT, my ship... my GLORIOUS ship, THE WYVERN, has been WRECKED, n' sent to DAVY JONES' LOCKER!

Last night, after WEEKS of trackin'... UP AND DOWN, coast to coast... I tracked down THE FLYIN' DUTCHMAN! That damned crew was protectin' here RICHES! We battled it out, but passed into a STORM! The waves pulled us together... we COLLIDED... my poor good ship WYVERN!

### Part 2

Captain's Log: April 22nd, 1704

I found a note! Must be from MY crew... it reads "Someone rescue us, before SHE finds us!" I don't know who this 'SHE' is, but thems are MY crew, and 'SHE' will never take 'em from me! My crew must be desperate! I fed 'em, trained 'em, THREW 'em by the HEAD onto the ships we boarded, encouraged 'em to clear SHARKS from the water... why, they be lost without ME!

I saw a BALLOON, floatin' above the treetops! It came closer... SOMEONE inside was peepin' at me! I drew my cutlass. "TIME FOR STEALIN" says I! It went flew back up into the air!

### Part 3

Captain's Log: April 26th, 1704

There be EVIL creatures on this here land. GHOULS! MONSTERS! Much like the crew of the Flyin' DUTCHMAN! They come runnin' out the jungle... but I know how to use me' CUTLASS! I SLICE, I DICE, and I PUNCH 'em! Sendin' 'em back to the shadows!

They don't carry so much EXPENSIVE things... not much for STEALIN'. I trust my CREW to show these cratures no mercy!

### Part 4

Captain's Log: May 1st, 1704

I've found her ... THE WYVERN ... here she be! But, WRECKED! Looks like SOMEONE ELSE has found her afore me!? ... my CREW? They must have escaped when that 'SHE' reached 'ere! I'LL FIND YOU! I'LL SAVE YOU! FORCE you back onto the seas, do what we do best... GO A'STEALIN!

I'm reckonin' we could fix THE WYVERN up to look BRAND NEW. We need lots of WOOD ... she's got great big 'oles in 'er sides ... she be MISSIN' the wheel... POOR THING!

### Part 5

Captain's Log: May 3rd, 1704

I saw... a PERSON! It must be this 'SHE' that be terrorisin' MY CREW! Spotted her on another island, dressed like a... ROMAN SOLDIER!!! The AUDACITY! The sooner I get my hands on her, the sooner I free MY CREW! Every day we're not at sea - WE'RE, LOSIN'. MONEY!

I'm buryin' what measly LOOT I've found 'ere from my... STEALIN'. I hope MY CREW have had better luck! More DOUBLOONS for their BELOVED CAPTAIN.

### Part 7

Captain's Log: May 15th, 1704

I hear voices in the jungle. It's - THE MONSTERS! I'm fed up of 'em! Probably huntin' MY CREW! If anyone uses MY CREW for huntin', it'll be ME! I ain't seen NONE OF 'EM! Turned into a bunch o' LANDLUBBERS!

I'm goin' into that jungle. Teach 'em MONSTERS a lesson! Do some... STEALIN'! Time for my CUTLASS and ME to have some FUN! I won't be gone long... fore the good ship WYVERN will be getting' lonely!

## Cornelius Lovell

    Skeleton found dead in the forest of Island 1. Recognizable by his top hat.

### Part 1

August 1...

... three weeks since the fuel ran out. We are drifting off course towards the Caribbean. I disagree with the captain, I can confidently say that this ship is NOT unreliable and NOT a complete waste of our...

...I find myself trapped onboards, surrounded by commoners ans know-it-alls, who are all suddenly experts in maritime technology...

### Part 2

September 1st, 1863

Dear reader, I am Cornelius Lovell and this is my journal. My expedition set sail from Southampton in January, travelling to the Americas on the maiden voyage of a Steam Liner, powered by a revolutionary new fuel which I have devised. It is able to extract one nautical mile of travel per one ton of fuel! The ship was piloted into a storm, and sank by an unexpected and gargantuan wave.

I consider my diary lost. I start this journal as I await my rescue, to document my adventures, and to replace the lost 1863 diary as part of my collected works.

### Part 3

September 2nd, 1863

Dear reader, you may be wondering how I appear so calm in these entries thus far? Well, I have spotted a hot air balloon above nearby islands, which is no doubt in search of me. I will be rescued in due course, but until then I hope to find value in these lands that I can take home with me.

I am clearly ahead of my time in spotting inventions that are future proof. For example, the Horse Light which I am invested in... I forsee a boom in horse ownership! All working-class households will one day own a horse. The Horse Light will allow horses to travel at night as if it were day... and I will have a monopoly on the market!

### Part 4

September 3rd, 1863

Dear reader, I have found a solution to one of my many problems, another invention of tremendous value! By astute observation I find that combining two pieces of grass forms a length of high tensile rope; extremely strong yet combustible! I propose a new form of candle for use in the home. Your average Drawing Room could be lit up for up to an hour with as little as 60 feet of this new material!

The balloon creeps closer to my position by the day, I expect the rescue part to have located me by tomorrow. I hope to conceive of at least one other invention before then; I have a reputation to uphold after all!

### Part 5

September 4th, 1863

Reader - The hot air balloon arrived early this morning... but it has continued on... without ME! The pilot, a strange person, gave me something, then... I asked if they wanted to see my new candle invention, or if they'd perhaps like to purchase a new one. When I returned with an example the balloon was already airborne and drifting away!

It must return, surely?! Only someone well-educated can pilot a hot air balloon, perhaps this person knows my family? Maybe they're dropping off other items first, in order to make room for me and my candle!

### Part 6

September 5th, 1863

The hot air balloon appears to have continued to an island to the north, I can see it lurking in the distance. The pilot MUST return, they seemed like a decent person, they have to come back!

I've... found a shipwreck, not my boat, but another, far older. It looks like it can be salvaged, at least if the balloon doesn't return, I can fix this ship then I sail back to London with my new products... get back the money I've wasted-INVESTED! It's been invested! I just need to find some select materials.

### Part 7

September 6th, 1863

I need to get the ship fixed, but night falls. I can hear noises in the forest... strange unfamiliar voices! If only I had a head-mounted candle, the 'HUMAN LIGHT' ? Another invention of mine, for... DOOMED SOULS trying to repair boats! What a market, ha! How ridiculous... I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! That balloon has now disappeared completely. That incompetent, unimportant, uneducated pilot should be ashamed!

I can fix this boat, I can do it... with my new invention, the BOAT BANDAGE! Made using fur! The humble Seal has fur, and they ride the waves smoothly... right? This is certain to work!

### Part 8

September 7th, 1863

I AM DOOMED! My invention, the Boat Bandage, wasn't ready! It needs further development, but it will work one day, a market will appear for it... within 20 years I expect ALL households to have a shipwreck, and I to have the monopoly over the Boat Bandage!

I have an idea! Like the Balloon flies, I can fly! I'll fly away... a new invention, the Human Wing! The Boat Bandages... the Candle... I can combine them to make a flying device! My diary will be too heavy to take with me, so I'll leave it here to be collected later. I just need to climb the tallest tree, then I can fly back to London in no time! Boil a pot of tea, I'm coming home!

## Halvor, son of Jerrik

### Part 1

I am Halvor, son of Jerrik! Conqueror of the waves, alongside my brothers. Travelling home from a distant land, our ship was wrecked by a terrible storm! What had angered Aegir, God of the Sea?! ...it must be Dagfinn the Untrustworthy! I always wondered how he acquired such a name, but now I know!

I will find my brothers on this island... (except Dagfinn, he can rot) and we will celebrate, and take what treasure we find! My sword is restless and lusts for battle!

### Part 2

I have yet to find my brothers. What fate has met Asmund? Eluf, and Dagfinn... THE BETRAYER!? I have not yet met another like me on this isle, but there are camps here. Bloodthirsty hordes, with great riches... riches now liberated by Halvor's mighty sword!

### Part 3

I cannot find a way to escape, nor have I seen any passing ships... this place is HELL! I long for redemption, a passage into Valhalla where I can celebrate and fight with my brothers (and shun Dagfinn), but I fear Odin will not welcome me as I am...

I sought a battle where I could be slain in view of Odin, and by luck I found a fearsome demon created in Loki's own image! Finally, a glorious battle where If I were slain, Odin would proudly accept me! Yet, the demon... it jumped in the way of my sword... repeatedly! Then, it kicked itself off a cliff... I must seek a more worthy opponent.

### Part 4

I awoke to the sight of a tremendous ship sailing through the clouds, down from the Bifrost. This sorcery is surely the work of a Vanir God, visiting from the realm of magic. This god was in a trance of foreseeing the future, for when I ask for word from Odin and the location of my brothers (except Dagfinn, I spit on his grave!), it looked at me with an expression that understood nothing of what I said...

The divine visitor gave me a gift — a metal cylinder, with glass at either end. I peered into the glass... and behold! My surroundings appeared before me, miniscule and much further away than expected! What fantastical magic!

### Part 5

Today should have been a glorious end to my quest, a horde of strange creatures ambushed me! I drew my sword, ready for my final challenge. I beckoned them to battle, to unleash their fury upon me. But my sword... as if having life of its own, quickly cut down each foe, until only I remained!

Is my sword too strong?! Or... has Dagfinn trained these foes to be feeble, and done so to smite me!? I have crafted a new weapon - a flimsy axe, weaker than my sword, but enough to find glory in battle!

### Part 6

I found an angry, sharp toothed big-cat to fight, to release me from this place! But it is not I that was slain, for despite my urge to reach Valhalla, the beast... fell... onto my axe... and was itself slain. Now that CURSED beast surely sips mead within the presence of Odin! I hope it chokes, pathetic, stinking creature... it is the Dagfinn of its species!

In the heat of the fight I lost my bearings, I am surrounded by ash... a fire mountain must be near! Maybe the fire giant Surtr walks the land? A worthy foe, a true match indeed...

### Part 7

Today, some luck! I came across a skeleton, a pathetic and feeble skeleton, crushed in a pathetic and feeble pile, and lacking all nobility. It must be Dagfinn the DEAD! All I need is my glorious final battle, and I can scorn him for eternity! All warriors across the nine realms shall know of his pathetic demise!

It is time for me to find glory! I will head deeper into the volcanic lands, the realm of the fire giant! I bury my possessions, treasure, and my trusty sword. I will be taking only my flimsy axe with me; it shall be a fight I retell in Valhalla! May my tales thus far be inspiration to poets, to tell of my heroic journey!

## Sgt. Randy Gunnar

    Skeleton found near a broken raft on Island 1's beaches. Recognizable by his pilot helmet.

### Part 1

Chapter 1 — How I Weren't Never Shot Down!!!

I am the one and only Sgt Randy Gunnar. Consider this the start of an exciting chapter of my memoir, my finest hour. It's me versus the elements - I'm gonna have mother nature in a headlock, making my momma proud!

I wound up marooned here after a dogfight. My squadron was ambushed as we were returning to base. I stuck to my plan... enter the storm clouds, confuse the enemy... but then - POW! But I got struck by lightning and went down!

Now, I want to make one thing clear, I ain't NEVER been shot down! And... lightning don't count, you hear!? I ain't never been shot down! Make sure history remembers that!

### Part 2

Chapter 2 — Exploring and Surviving, Randy style.

Today I went on recon, looking for a suitable campsite. I located a small clearing, there were a couple of hostiles present; some frightening creatures which were armed to the teeth! After being attacked, I neutralised the threat and set up camp. Survival 101 — get a campfire goin' and keep it lit!

I've found some ordnance here... tanks... another plane... all wrecks. Enemy must have heard I was coming and deserted! What's strange is that these wrecks look like they've been here decades, and... we've only been at war for months...

### Part 3

Chapter 3 — My First Interview, Time to Get Used to the Media Spotlight!

Today I met the most mysterious stranger... they appeared in a hot air balloon! I presume they're a war correspondent, must be letting the folks back home know how their hero is doing.

I told em' that It was a lightning strike, and not ennemy fire that brought me down. Said I was doing fine, holding out against the enemy. He didn't seem to write anything down but he was probably remembering it. I asked the stranger to give a shout out to my baseball team, they're gonna be worried knowing their biggest fan is M.I.A!

### Part 4

Chapter 4 — Rememberin' Things Back Home.

I've been here two weeks now, I've discovered a few settlements, some caves... but I've been keeping around my campfire mainly. Just me and my baseball cards to keep me company. The local monkeys seem friendlier, started hanging around when I give 'em food.

I just founf this picture... Mary-Belle? My sweetheart... oh, she's gonna be missing me somethin' crazy! I'm gonna have to keep this picture safe so I don't lose it. I really wish this photo was in colour... was her hair brown or was it red? I coulda' sworn she was blonde...

### Part 5

Chapter 5 — How I Planned my Welcome Home Parade.

I spotted something strange this afternoon, out of nowhere these things appeared in the sky and landed on another nearby island. I don't know if I'm seein' things, but I could swear it was people, just streaking down and landing somewhere in the jungle! Is it a rescue force? Is it the enemy? All I know is, there's other people appearing on these islands... but I ain't never seen a drop happen like that before!

Now I'm really hoping it's our special forces come to rescue me, so I can go back to a hero's welcome... I'm gonna have a parade, with a float showing the lightning strike, I'll follow in a convertible... sweet Mary-Lou at my side...

### Part 6

Chapter 6 — Taming the Wild and Fearsome Jungle.

These monkeys are pretty easy to train. Got myself a whole monkey army! Naturally I'm the General. By my side I got Colonel Fleabag, First Lieutenant Howler, Staff Sergeant Furball... they've already seen active duty, protecting our camp against those weird night-crawler ghoul things...

Now, I'm starting to doubt that correspondent ever did write that piece about me... I've spotted his balloon drifting over another island in the distance. If he never wrote that piece, then folks don't know I'm still alive, and still holding my record of never being shot down!

### Part 7

Chapter 7 — Discovering More Junk on the Island.

Now I ain't one to brag, but I found some sort of labyrinth! Chalk that up as another fin achievement, I'm a starting to see myself as a fighter-ace AND a labyrinth-ologist. My sweetheart, Mary-Beth, (or was it Mary-Bell?), she's gonna be so proud of me, she's a lucky girl!

These here labyrinths got me thinking... there's been plenty of folks here before... but it's all just ruins now. I don't know if anyone's ever gotten off this island. I ain't seen no rescue planes, and I never did meet those people that fell from the sky. I might need to find my own way off here...

### Part 8

Chapter 8 — How I (surely?) made it Successfully Back Home.

I've crafted myself a raft to head on home. I'm thinking that some other pilot's tried takin' my spot as #1 fighter-ace, but a lightning strike is a technicality - I've still got myself a perfect track record. Once I've cleared all that up, I can focus on my hero's parade and call in on Maggie-May too, I love that woman...

I've explained what's happening to the rest of the crew, and I have promoted Colonel Fleabag to General. I've told them they're the last line of defence for our great nation. Keep doing me proud, boys! Keep an eye out for me in the papers, I'm comin' home momma!

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