Captains log, star-date 141007. Personal log.
Day 2 of recognising something is clearly amiss in my head.
Spent day sleeping and in bed. The natives are restless and displeased that a visitor to their community has done this, apparently this is not the done thing on this world.
I... must... do... better to appease these beings, it is of their grace that I am residing here.
Their natural vegetation is growing and I appear to have been made cook for the village, what duties are expected of me I am unsure, trial and error to find out I assume as we cannot communicate. The natives and I do not share a common language and they seem incapable of understanding sign language.
If only there were some way to convey what happened to bring me to this world. Then I might be able to find out how to get away from these beings and this hostile world. Every move I make is watched and recorded in their records, perhaps I am some sort of human test subject. Perhaps they have not seen such a subject before and they are pushing to see how much I shall take and how I react to extreme duress.
I must go now, the natives are circling....
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