DAY ONE: I found this. After the crash. Nothing else left. It's all underwater or on fire.

Damn island came from nowhere. We were just cruising in the new Mk. III test ship, when it came over the horizon and slam. Gone.

All gone. The radar must have malfunctioned. It just came from nowhere.

DAY THREE: Barely any food. Nothing edible and food packs running low. Supposed to be a day-long trip. I don't know what to do. At least the water is fine.

DAY SEVEN: I heard something last night. I think the lack of food and solitude are getting to me. I ate the entire last ration pack last night. I'm stuck for food. But I can't panic...

DAY TEN: Oh god. Oh god no... I found Craig... He... he couldn't have gotten like that from the crash alone.

I think our assumptions about this place were wrong...

DAY TWELVE: I couldn't take it, okay?! I just... I ate him alright. No. No... It was his arm. Bicep. Flesh. No more powder for me (laughing)!

DAY ??: They came out last night. Finally. Their eyes been haunting me nights... So red. So beautiful.

This planet has life. We wrong, so wrong (laughter, static)

...can't... not me... help... so cold... it's not me anymore...

RECORDING CUTS OUT AFTER HOURS OF SCREAMING

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DAY ZERO: We have arrived and the SeaSkimmer Mark III testing begins tomorrow. Will be sending out updates on the MSGINBTTLE program regularly.

No kinks in the landing. Hope the rest of the trip goes as smoothly.