"Day 6: I set off from the Edge of known civilization 6 days ago, from my count.
 I was caught napping on my guard shift at the edge and sent out into exile.
 I was told of a place where exiles might be able to survive, but I'm not hopeful.
 I am running out of fresh water and my food is getting stale.
 I'm afraid I might not survive to make it to the rumored Haven ... "


"Day 8: The weirdest thing happened today.
 I was trudging through the wastes, looking for any hope of Haven,
 and I saw something white flash by. It was a Chicken!
 How it got out here I don't know or really care, all I know is that I must have it! ..."


"Day 9: I hunted that chicken for most of yesterday,
 until I finally had it cornered on a dune.
 One quick 'whack' from my shovel was all it took, and Dinner was mine!
 Fortunately the elders left me a knife and fire starting kit,
 or else I couldn't have made a small fire.
 The small shrubs I have encountered here give off an acrid,
 putrid colored smoke, but they burn hot! I'm off to eat my dinner!! ...."


"Day 11: While I was walking through the wastes,
I noticed a couple of green plants poking up out of the sand.
 It took me a couple seconds to realize what that meant. Water!!
 I quickly pulled out my shovel and started digging
 and after only a couple feet I struck Gold!
 I think I will camp here for a couple of days ..."


"Day 12: I woke up in the middle of the night to a spectacular show.
 I never payed much attention to the stars before now,
 but out here you can actually see them. There's Orion, and Orillion.
 Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. The Lurker and the maiden.
 And that big red star near the Northern star is the Wolf.
 I had only heard of these and seen them once or twice,
 when the sky was clear back at the Edge. As I'm sitting here writing this in the sparse
 light cast by the coals of my fire I see a shooting star.
 Perhaps there is beauty in the wastes after all ..."



"Day 13: I don't know if I will survive this trek.
 My food is gone, my water is gone, and my hope is quickly waning.
 I see nothing but dust clouds in every direction and ... wait!
 There! a cloud just moved! What is that? Could that be it?
 I'll make one last effort towards that mysterious shape in the distance.
 If it isn't this Haven, I'm doomed ... "


"Day 18: They Found Me! I don't know how or when,
 but when I woke up I was on top of a pile of cushions in a rickety shed.
 They told me that they had found me lying on a dune about two kilometers from the Haven,
 blistered and battered and nearly dead.
 That was four days ago, and they nursed me back to health. 
 I am very fortunate someone spotted me. I owe them my life..."