A Year In The Savage Lands (Rogue Savage Lands TG/TF)
Day 1
Thank god I found this empty journal amongst the wreckage. My name is Andrew Scott and I am a 42 year-old geologist who was on my way to a research station in the South Pole when all of a sudden, the plane where I was suffered a catastrophic failure and crashed.
Now, what you might have expected was for me to find myself in the vast, cold emptiness of the South Pole, but to my shock, when I crawled my way out from the plane's wreckage, I found myself right in the middle of what seemed to be a warm, humid, and dense jungle spreading out in all directions! This place clearly cannot be the Amazon given the latitude, but if it isn't the Amazon, then where the hell am I?!
Either way, the answer to that question is not important at all at this moment. I was the only survivor of the wreckage, and given that none of the satellite phones are working, it seems like I'll be stuck here for the time being. I know nothing about survival, but I'm sure there must be something I can scavenge from the crash site that could help me.
Day 2
To my surprise, a lot of the survival equipment meant for the South Pole has proven to be rather useful. I was able to make a fire to keep me warm and a temporary shelter as well that protects me from the rain. Furthermore, from the looks of it, I think I might have enough food for a couple of weeks or so, which although not great, it gives me time to explore the area for any food sources.
Assuming, of course, that I don't leave this place before then.
I still haven't encountered any dangerous animals as of the moment, but while I was sleeping last night, I suddenly got woken up by the most bloodcurdling cry I have ever heard in my entire life! I have no idea what it could have possibly been, but given that this place is full of birds, I think it might just have been a very big one.
Day 6
WHY THE HELL ARE THERE DINOSAURS HERE?!
I was exploring the outskirts of the crash site when all of a sudden, an enormous Tyrannosaurus Rex (or whatever dinosaur it was) just came out of nowhere and tried to make a meal out of me! I was thankfully able to hide in the plane's wreckage before it got me, but unfortunately, it made an absolute mess of my temporary shelter as well.
It must have been quite the shocking experience because to my surprise, I noticed that some of my the hairs on top of my forehead just turned white!
Still, if there are more of those things out there, then the plane's wreckage is no longer a safe place to stay. The only good thing I can say now is that given that many of the trees here are absolutely enormous, I think it would be possible to make a refuge high in the canopy.
Not my place of choice, but between that or being torn into shreds by whatever creatures I might find, I think that's the better option.
Day 15
It took a bit more than a week, but I've already got myself a decent shelter on the canopy of one of the trees and moved all of the important things from the crash site to this place. Can you believe that some of the trees here are so wide and their branches so thick that you can almost walk your way to the top?! Sooner or later, I will have to learn how to climb in order to move up and down from my refuge and more efficiently, but for the moment, this will be enough.
Not only that, but after spending two weeks stranded in this jungle, I've noticed that I've lost a decent amount of weight already. I wasn't out of shape, but given my rather academic profession, I also wasn't in top shape either.
I'm not complaining: Given the circumstances I am currently in, I'm glad that I'm becoming more fit. Who knows? Maybe once I get out of this jungle, I'll keep myself in shape!
I will miss the lower tone of my voice though.
Day 30
It's been an entire month since I got stranded in this jungle, and although I'm not closer to finding a way out of here, at the very least I've been able to make a place of my own in this untamed wilderness. My refuge on top of the canopy has already proven itself since no predators that could have seen me as a snack have been able to reach it. As for the food situation, I have already found a few promising hunting and fishing spots, plus various fruit-bearing trees as well.
Unsurprisingly, given all the sheer physical work I have to do in order to go up and down my refuge, my body has gotten a lot stronger and more fit, up to the point that I can carry load up and down without much issue. Not only that, but I can already see a subtle six-pack forming on my abdominals!
Strangely enough, my chest has gotten more plump and sensitive while any indication of facial hair on my face has utterly disappeared. Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but I've eaten some strange things here, so I guess it must be that.
At least it doesn't look bad.
Day 60
Two months in, and Ah have to say, a lot of things have happened.
Although Ah've already eaten all of the food from the crash site, food hasn't been a problem at all. Not only does the jungle provide more than enough nourishments if you know where to look at, but Ah also found out that Ah'm actually quite good at hunting! Not only have Ah succeeded in hunting a boar or two already, but just a day ago Ah fought against a damn raptor and actually won! The raptor did wound me and my fit, pristine body with its razor-sharp claws, but the wounds were only superficial and with the help of the first-aid kit I had in hand, Ah was able to heal pretty quickly.
Now only a few scars are left, and if you ask me, Ah think they look really nice. They make me look like a damn amazon if amazons could be guys!
Moving on, Ah had to make a change to my outfit. After two months, most of my former clothing had been shredded and damaged until turning into just rags, but given how hot and humid this jungle is, Ah didn't mind much. What did happen was that my chest grew so plump and heavy that Ah had to get myself something just to keep it in place! In the end, the best thing Ah found was a bra lying around in the crash site! It makes me look like a woman, but Ah am here trying to survive, not to fit in! Besides, it makes moving around this jungle so much easier.
Last but not least, Ah've noticed that well... my manhood has gotten smaller. Ah'm not sure what could be causing that, but maybe it's just my head playing with me. My hips have gotten a lot wider and thicker these last few months, so maybe it's just that.
Day 120
Anna Marie...
Anna Marie...
Anna Marie...
Ah know mah name is Andrew Scott, but for some reason, the name Anna Marie has a really nice cling to it. Ah don't know how to explain it, but it's almost as if were more fitting for me.
Either way, Ah've got more important things to do today.
Some of those things are usual ones, like Ah got to hunt mahself more food - maybe this time I'll hunt mahself a dinosaur! - or Ah got to fix up mah shelter on the canopy, but what Ah'm really looking forward to is to getting mahself a nice, warm bath at some hot springs Ah discovered a few weeks ago in some caves close by the waterfall. Not only would it be a great place to relax, wash my clothes, and let of some steam after so much hunting and surviving, but it would be the ideal place to clean and braid the long, white-and-brunette mane of thick hair Ah currently have.
Hey, what can I say?
A gal guy like me has to give herself himself some nice treats every once in a while.
Day 240
Not only did that T.Rex scare away the mastodon that was going to be mah dinner for the next few days, but it had the gall to roar the entire night and keep me from sleepin' as well...
Ah think it's high-time for me to teach that creature who is the top predator in this jungle.
Yeah, it's a lot bigger than me and a single bite would be enough to render me into just another one of its nutritious snacks, but if there is somethin' Ah have that it doesn't, it's brain and brawn.
Not only do Ah already know everythin' important about it such as how fast it can run, where does it usually patrol in search for prey, or heck, even what are all of the different sounds it makes, but damn is mah body ready to give it a run for its money.
Mah legs are toned and fit, mah arms are scarred and very much experienced, and mah abs are rock-hard. I guess I could also mention that mah breasts are large and healthy, mah hips are wide and curvy, and that mah face is absolutely gorgeous, but Ah doubt it will care about that.
Ah also doubt it will care that Ah still have a bit of a manhood left. Gods, how much Ah wish it were gone.
Day 265
At last.
That small, pathetic thin' 'tween mah legs is completely gone.
Now Ah can finally give myself the warm, passionate treat that a gal like me deserves, specially after havin' fought and hunted down a T.Rex with only a spear, a knife, and her bare wits.
Day 365
It's already been an entire year since Ah've been stuck in this smolderin', humid maze of enormous trees, never-endin' vines, and lush flora that is this jungle, but damn would Ah not want to have it any other way.
Ah never felt more alive than in this place! Ah hunt, Ah scavenge, and Ah survive by mah own rules and principles and not anybody else's, so why leave?! Go back to civilization where Ah'll be expected to behave nicely and be forced to listen to other people's comments about how Ah should present myself?! No thanks!
Ah'm stayin' here permanently, and if anyone wants to take me out of this jungle, then they'll have to fight tooth and nail against me for it!
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Ah wasn't plannin' on writin' more today, but Ah guess there is one other thin' Ah wanted to write about: Ah have no idea who this Andrew Scott is even supposed to be?!
He's definitely the man who started writin' on this journal, but Ah have no recollection of him! He surely couldn't have been me! I'm Anna Marie, indisputable queen of these Savage Lands! Not some geologist in his early forties.
Wish I could find an answer to mah question, but Ah don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Ah'm goin' to hunt mahself a large mastodon for dinner.
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