The Journals of the Founding Fathers.
March 13, 2176
From the mind of Connor,
I don't know what I really expected when I decided to come to this new planet, but it certainly wasn't this. Nothing went right at all today. James, the doctor, has fixed Eric's broken arm with an improvised cast, a thick, strong branch from a tree with a rubber-like bark, which for now we have dubbed the Rubber Tree, and we held the branch in place on the arm with a twine-like animal which grows from a particularly nasty looking tree that seemed to flinch when we shone our manual powered flashlight on to it. Thankfully, the area in which this strang…
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