Harrell's Diary

Harrell's Diary:

6th of Aprimay, 5500
We crash landed. Stomp, Seymour, & I are stuck here. We collected what little we could from our crash site, I tended to Stomp's asthma, and we will spend the night asleep on the beach where we've decided to build a shelter.

7th of Aprimay, 5500
Stomp and Seymour completed a shelter today, so we don't have to sleep outside tonight. I've begun researching microelectronics. Ambitious says you, needful say I. Navar, Seymour's pet Yorkie is eating into our food reserves too much. We're going to need to find a sustainable food source, or do something about Navar.

8th of Aprimay, 5500
A windmill, a light, and a table! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Stomp built the basics of civilization and joined me in research while Seymour gathered wood, hoping to turn our dirt-floor hut into a more relaxing wooden floored hut.

9th of Aprimay, 5500
Stomp and Seymour began laying down Mahogany floors today. Maybe this won't be so bad, maybe this is just the vacation I've needed.

I spoke too soon, a local racoon has gone mad. Stomp and Seymour, equipped with our only guns shot at it but succeeded in only shooting dirt. I kicked dirt in its eyes, slashed its paw when it tried to attack me, and plunged my dagger deep into its lungs ending its life. I am worse for wear, but far better off than the racoon. I have never killed anything before.

After tending to my wounds, Stomp and I have developed feelings for one another. I'm going to need a larger sleeping spot. Maybe he can build us a bed tomorrow.

10th of Aprimay, 5500

I awoke this morning to Seymour finishing the floor in our cabin and chopping some more trees. Stomp used the wood to build us a bed to share. This afternoon wood rained from the sky, saving Seymour some more tree chopping. Unfortunately, he was wandering around confused, poor thing has Alzheimer's. I'm sure with enough research we can find a way to fix his brain. Maybe Stomp can make us something to sit on while we research?

10th of Aprimay, 5500

Never an uneventful name here at Northpoint. Catchy, isn' it? Stomp came up with it. We were attacked by a naked man with a dagger, a local presumably. Once again Seymour & Stomp took shots at the aggressor, and once again hit nothing but dirt. I slashed at his legs, chopping off his left & knocking him down. He is at our mercy, the poor thing. Stomp and Seymour built him a makeshift cell so I could patch him up and convince him to reject his backward tribal ways.

14th of Aprimay, 5500

A Duchess from The Broken Empire reached out to us today, her guards were killed, and she was being pursued by the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog. Seymour and Stomp have been practicing their shooting on the local wildlife, but alpaca are easier targets than a rabbit. After scooping out one of its eyes with my dagger I went for the kill, hacking its liver to shreds. I know what's for dinner. Though the duchess openly insulted me, our hut, and our hospitality; I've still been bestowed the title of Yeoman by The Broken Empire. While the ceremony was unimpressive, I can now psychically burned people. Maybe that will buy Seymour & Stomp time to shoot something if we get attacked again.

1st of Jugust, 5500

With a new quadrum comes new change. I've proposed marriage to Stomp and he's gleefully accepted. Today Seymour has started planting a garden. We'll need more food and some cloth, he's also going to need to make us some better clothes to survive the coming heat. I hope Carro, our naked man locked in a box joins us soon so he can help as well.

3rd of Jugust, 5500

I spent most of the da in bed with food poisoning today. Staying fed has been a challenge, and Seymour's wandering prevents the only one of us who knows anything about plants from picking berries. Last night Stomp was out all night trying to hunt an alpaca. He was successful, but between the 3 of us, Seymour's dog Navar, and our guest Carro food doesn't go far. We were attacked in the middle of the night, a pirate from The Landmines. Why he chose to attack us I'm not sure, but it certainly wasn't for our bountiful food reserves. Stomp was out hunting when he attacked, favoring the coolness of night over the heat of the day. He met the pirate in the field and lead him back to our hut where Seymour and I were waiting. We all did our part on him, but me chopping off his left foot is what brought him to the ground. He had no useful skills, was missing a foot, and we couldn't even feed our selves. I went back to be to recover from my food poisoning, asking Seymour to dig a grave that would certainly be needed in the morning.

5th of Jugust, 5500

Another attacker from The Landmines today, surely seeking revenge for his compatriot that attacked us the other night. Another asthmatic we couldn't feed, I asked Seymour to dig another grave and went back to bed.

6th of Jugust, 5500

A local Boomalope went mad today, thankfully it was raining, and Stomp has been practicing his shooting. Unfortunately, while Stomp was shooting it, it attacked Seymour who was too frail to run away. The ensuing explosion badly burned him, but I was able to patch him up. As I was doing that, I heard a thunderous crash; upon investigation I found yet another member of the Landmines. A gash across her chest and a massive cancerous lump on her arm, another one can't afford to... Wait, I know her. It's Tiffy, Stomp's mother. I don't know how we'll feed her but leaving her to her own devices and asking Seymour to dig a grave isn't the appropriate response. We'll need to do something about that arm...

7th of Jugust, 5500

Seymour had a heart attack in the night, I was able to save him, but it took most of our medicine. The human form is weak, it is frail. With technology we can overcome this. It is time we take our religion seriously, I asked Seymour to begin construction on a temple. He responded by wandering around in a confused stupor.

8th of Jugust, 5500

Seymour brought in the first bits of rice harvest today, giving us hope for a future where we can eat more than what Stomp manages to kill that day. As he hobbled off to bed, Navar came zipping past, a grizzly bear on her heels. While letting her get eaten would mean one less mouth to feed, it is only a matter of time until the grizzly comes after us with Stomp hunting everything it would. I ran out to try and distract it while Stomp and Seymour got into positions, but it was too late; Navar was dead. The grizzly lunged at me, mauling my left leg and tearing off my right. Seymour, wrought with grief at the tragic death of his beloved companion shot the grizzly in the eye bringing it to the ground. Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Food for days. It is time for a cooler.

11th of Jugust, 5500

Tiffy didn't make it. After a failed escape attempt she was left badly injured, quickly developing an infection in her torso. Stomp, while upset, is more upset at how hungry he is. I've asked Seymour to dig another grave.

14th of Jugust, 5500

Carro had converted and was an Arch-Archnotechnic like us. He was close to joining us, just another day or two of persuasion; but he had to break out. Seymour, now using a shotgun purchased from a caravan to make up for his horrific aim was the one to respond to the breakout. Two blasts to the chest left Carro with a hole straight through him, several vital organs missing. I've asked Seymour to dig a hole. Since death seems to be a constant in this picturesque but horrific place, I've asked him to dig several.

Raiders from the Senra Pact. As soon as our cells are empty, people are throwing themselves at us to fill them up again. Seymour, being much more lethal now that he has a shotgun was able to take out the tribals while they chased Stomp around, long before I could make my way to assist. This frail human body grows tiresome, and having one leg is misery.

3rd of Septober, 5500

Potato and rice harvests have both come in, and the cotton is almost ready to be harvested. I've asked Seymour to stop excavations for the temple and focus on some warmer clothing for us; there's already a chill in the air. Stomp is keeping us in a steady supply of leather, but I'm fearful as the weather gets colder all the plant life will die off leading to the animals migrating away. Seymour and Stomp may need to try to take down a couple of the Muffalo and Bison at the edge of our settlement to get us meat to survive the winter.

We held a small ceremony on the beach today, naming Seymour as our Technologist; the moral guide of our ideoligion. While I may lack a leg his feeble mind and frail spine should remind us all of the weak shackles that bind us. My research continues, we will be better.

4th of Septober, 5500

A bison aproached ourhut today, clearly intent on staying with us. While we debated making a large pen to house it in, we simply lack the resources and man power to build such a great fence. Chopping trees is beneath me, and the last time dear Stomp tried he hurt himself. We've decided to humanely slaughter it and revel in the sustenance.

7th of Septober, 5500

A baroness of the Broken Empire, Rhode Parsos has reached out to us for help. He caravans are being attacked by the Senra Pact and she requests our help. Word of Seymour's lethality with his new shotgun must have spread far and wide. These Rimworlders certainly are a strange bunch. While we aren’t keen on inviting the trouble, we could use the chance at new recruits. I've asked Seymour and Stomp to relocate our cells first as they're in the way of my planned barracks.

9th of Septober, 5500

While on one of my daily hops to the nearby ruins to meditate, I noticed some ambrosia plants had sprouted. While consuming this drug would not be in the best interest of our group long term, I've asked Seymour to keep an eye on them as they're a valuable export.

The landmines, with victory comes adversity. They've decided today is once again a good day to attack us. Clearly they've received word of our ambrosia; unfortunately for them word of Seymour's shotgun had not reached them.

11th of Septober, 5500

The Senra Pact attacked us again today. While things like this are becoming more and more commonplace, they attacked just as Seymour began wandering around in a daze. Could they have a spy among us? Certainly my dearest Stomp wouldn't play informant, would he?

A traitor we much have. While defending against this group two more arrived from opposing sides of our settlement. How could by beloved Stomp and I be expected to hold off so many by ourselves?

They knocked out Stomp, I hopped at them, spear brandished. I heard Seymour scream in confused pain, then all went dark. Unconscious. I awoke to a man dressed in black, breathing creepily as he hauled me back into our hut. The crops were ablaze and I could hear more frenzied screaming in the distance. I passed out again from the pain. I awoke and hopped outside, desperate to find out what was happening, only to be ambushed by more from the Senra Pact.

13th of Septober, 5500

Little more than what began now remains. A few scraps of meal, singed wooden walls, and a graveyard are all that remains of our time in this place. Perhaps one days tales will be sung of what happened here, perhaps. Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! I have 2 legs again, and Seymour has been reunited with Navar!