I awoke groggy with a bad case of space lag. And to top it off the the hours of celebratory hunting had my trigger finder aching. But despite my desire to sleep another day away sun rises over my new home. I wake for my first morning on Next Island. After last nights marathon I need to refuel. After some papplon and a splash of clear cold Next Island water on my face I`m ready to start my day. I have a lot of exploration to do but figure I may as well make it doubly productive. Missions are the first order of the day. I wander around and randomly try to communicate with some of the local papoo I noticed around a few towns that seem a little more friendly than the rest. I`ll tell you though they sure had me confused as if navigating a whole new planet was`nt enough. Between Tank, Hank, Frank and Lootius knows who else I managed to restore some communication between the locals and help them find some missing friends. A group they call the elders also bestowed some rewards upon me for helping them out. I managed to discover a few new areas, lend a hand to some locals and gain some more skills in the process. With my tasks behind me I decided to log a few new teleporters. One thing lie on Calypso taught me is that gathering all the teleporters as soon as I can makes for a much smoother transition to a new planet. And down they went. Until once again I was tired of travel and ready to find a nice location where I could do a little less running and more shooting. Tired as my trigger finger was it`s never long before that itch returns and the lure of loot is calling. It must have been in there air as two of my friends finally showed their faces and were thinking the same.We ventured far northwest to the coast and decided to go for a swim. Little did I know these were heavily shark infested waters. But after all that why we carry weapons! Game on! After some close up fishing with firearms and not much to show for it my friends retired. I opted to gather a few more teleporters before retiring for the night. But I could`nt resist stopping by to take another look at the drakes we had encountered the day before at Omens Ridge. I have always been intrigued by the concept of flight. My first name Dryden comes from a Space Flight Research Center on ancient Earth. It`s in my blood. Ironic how that translates into the blood of winged creatures on my hands. Unfortunately the act of shedding that blood left little else in my hands than weapon sand gear in need of repair and a lot less ammo than I started out with. But practice makes perfect and perhaps they are saving their welcome gifts for me for another day. With the sun setting over a nice tropical view and palm trees in my midst I settle down for a meal and a tasty beverage before curling up to drift of to sleep and digest all I have seen today. Eager to awake for another day of exploration. I feel a marathon session of gathering teleporters coming on so I turn in early. I hope tomorrow the loot is as plentiful as the miles I will travel. Even though I have`nt figured out the worth of the half of it. All in good time Thorn. And time is the one thing I have the most of. Zzzzzzzzz
