The Gangs of Entropia. 14-11-2043 After wandering Eudoria, Amethera, and the ocassional excursions to the Great Rock in the Sky I have noticed the divisions of class race and species. A division that has kept Eudoria from enjoying the peace it so desperately seeks. This all comes as an after thought through my journeys over the past year while seeking a place to call my own. I have met a great many people on my long trip through this dark and dangerous realm. Many like myself, quiet, Peaceful.... almost to a fault it seems. I have been graced by the Ubers who have both helped and hindered my progress. I have also walked among the poor and desolate pandering amongst new arrivals not much better then themselves. Seeing much of this I learned to avoid those who would take your fortunes were you not strong minded enough to realise the falseness of their actions. To see the cunning skill in which they take the peoples hard earned equipment and armor then disappear into the etherial as quickly as they arrived to pounce on the unexpected. This brings back memories of a time long lost in my childhood. I managed to avoid most major confrontations that you hear so much of across the plains north of Port Atlantis. Here the weak minded and the would be great ones hone their skill. Attacking each other to prove their worthiness to untold millions that will never see their deeds. This is where I met the first of the many gangs of Entropia. Here is where the Mutant gangs have reached almost Horde status. With new arrivals trying to prove themselves in this place it is easy to see how the rift has grown. This is not unlike times long past with the America's being over taken from the native Indians who for many generations lived in harmony with the land back on Earth. Long before the Robot Wars did the same to us. How blind we must be to repeat the same cycle again on this new world where we have the chance to so much better our race. I have mapped out a trade route to support sales of the strange energy matters and wonderous ores I have come across along the way. Finding riches here does not and can not justify me staying here. I refuse to become a conqurer like days of old when our world was going through its growing pains from mans treck to rule all he finds. I can not in good concience fight off and kill these mutant beings for what will become an eternity... THIS will not become my Legacy. After seeing the masses of these little creatures wandering the hills and plains foraging for their meals like the cromagnans on Earth did before we had evolved into the marvelous race we call Human have become, it is obvious I must move on. Altho I would like to walk amongst them and study them, maybe to find a key to our past that could one day save us from the violent end to our way of life that has sent us here to start over. I must move on, I must explore new territory before deciding where I will call home. The place for me to become a part of this world.... not just another invader from far off. 23-1-2043 I have finally made it back to the swamp camp to restock my supplies. The trip was very stressful and I was forced to move at night under cover of the nightly gases that form as the temperatures shift and the winds settle down. Three days ago I heard them. Noisy as a freight train, talking and joking as loud as children on a playground with not a care in the world. Occasionally I would hear the echo of a blp rifle burp out its familiar death growl. I shudder at the thought of what it would be like on the receiving end of that terrible weapon. I saw them across the gorge. Definitely a hunting team. Not the explorer groups that come thru searching out the various teleporters that are supposed to be in place around the new world. I could tell it would be a very bad thing to be in their path. These were ex military types from the war back on earth. You can tell by the way they moved, spread out, separated enough to cover each other yet not close enough that an explosive devise or rocket could cripple the whole company. The confidence they show in the wild only tells me they are elite. Armed to the teeth with the best of weapons and armor. But why are they here. Nothing in these woods are of any significant threat. Could they be passing thru or are they on a specific mission for our government. Maybe on a rescue mission for some rich Trader Baron who lost yet another spoiled brat to the reality of life out in the unknown reaches of this realm. Ill not inquire about them as these things can be detrimental to your health. Having ANY information like this that could be used for extortion or personal gain. I think from here I will trek to the east. I heard of a place called Billy's, an old desolate boneyard for the destroyed spacecraft from the area. Maybe there I can find some better gear then I have brought on my initial excursion into the frontier. Maybe there is a mobile trading station like the ones in Port Atlantis that were placed to aid the warriors that had carved a safe place for us to start habitating this wondrous new place. I have massed a few ped after my time in the hills around the mutants. I just need to get to an auction house to sell the ore I have found. Hopefully I will make enough to resupply for a deeper excursion to the north. I also want to see what new mining gear if any is available. I have a good feeling that there is much more to this realm then the Lysterium and Oil common to this area. I have heard of ores near Billy's called Caldorite and Blauserium. I would LOVE to find a good deposit of Gazzerdite. A Weapon smith I met back in Port Atlantis said with that he could make much more durable weapons then are available from the trade terminals. 16-2-2043 I truly didn't think I was going to make it here. I heard them two days ago. I was near the edge of the swamp washing up and getting water purified before I got too deep in the swamp that the water was not useable. I heard the clucking almost like the chickens we have brought from Earth. It was strange to hear that sound but it was more guttural, almost a growl. By the time I looked up they were on me. Four of them had come for me! These were by no means anything like the chickens we have. They Stand one and a half to two meters tall. Covered in a short bristly fur. No wings at all. I am truly blessed because I could never have survived an aerial attack from these strange creatures. Especially with them having four long whip type arms. All four having this brightly covered hook on it. I was almost hypnotized by them the colors were so bright. They would make you focus on that and not the fact the other three were grasping you in a death clutch so it could jump up and try to shred your insides with the even larger claws and spurs on its semi armored legs. If it were not for the new plates I had added to my Ghost armor I would have been ripped to shreds. I was lucky in a strange kind of way. I had taken off my pack and placed it and my rife under a scrub tree so it would not get to hot to carry in the afternoon sun. The lucky part was I had decided to refill my cantine and start the purifying tablets to working before I had totally stripped to cool off. I am glad my Grandfather had left me his Maddox I blp pistol with his many stories of how it had gotten him out of more then one bad situation. I now have my own tales to tell. After binding my wounds best I could I decided to go on to Billy's. I knew there wasn't much for medical back at the swamp camp. I know a wounded creature in the wild does not normally live long with all the predators so I did my best to avoid any paths, ruts, or trails I came across that would lead them straight to me. I followed the northern edge of the swamp so I would have a little cover from the elements and any other travelers that would take advantage of my condition. I am lucky that most of the exasaurs were occupied with their mating season and were ignoring me. I only had to dodge the cornudos but that was no problem as slow and bulky as they are. 18-2-2043 About 2 days after the attack I noticed I had started to run a fever and my wounds were getting very mushy. I didn't feel any pain though which is the crazy part. Could it be the Beryclyds had some type of numbing agent or mild sedative secreted by their claws? It doesn't really matter now, I have to get to a real doctor soon before I lose a limb to infection or worse.. my life. Late in the afternoon after stopping to check my bandages and rest a bit out of the sun I heard the sound of laser weapons off in the distance to the north. I wasn't too worried because it was definitely from small arms like maybe an opalo or a pistol of sorts. From the sounds of the constant firing I would bet that its more training then someone hunting or defending themselves. I got myself motivated after half an hour of rest. The hills in this area are taking their toll on me with the wounds I have. I am glad to see that after climbing two smaller knolls I could see in the distance a fenced in area with many huge spaceship bodies and parts strewn all over looking like my bedroom after I emptied my toy box as a kid. Being so close to a secure area I let my guard down like a fool. I heard the roar of the beast and its heavy foot sets closing in on me from the south east. Man that thing is fast! Time slowed to a movie like pace when they want to show something spectacular in slow motion. All sound receded to silence. Not even the weapons fire from the training arena at Billy's could be heard. I froze for what seemed an eternity after the shock of seeing this HUGE predator bearing down on me in this now dream like state I am in. All the sudden the sound rushed back into my ears. My heartbeat being the loudest thing I was hearing along with a low frequency tone like the one they play just before station shutdown on the E.N.N, at 4 am. One word came to mind so loud and clear it hurt. RUN!!!!!!!!! Thank God for the turrets placed around Billy's! The last thing I heard before everything went black was the massive cannon hidden amongst the spaceship wreckage.