[ WP ] Astronauts land on a habitable planet . They are met by an alien civilization that is smaller , weaker , and much more naive .

Day 44, Harald has gone mad with power, and turned the natives on us, after they coronated him as their `` king'' 
 
 Our ship, was destroyed in a barbaric ceremonial `` sacrifice'', leaving us effectively stranded here on this primitive world. 
 
 Though they are completely lacking in advanced armor and weapons or sheer brawn, they are brave, zealous, and impossibly vast in number. 
 
 We lost Anna and Zachary to the horde of spears, axes, and arrows that came at us under the cover of darkness. The survivors including myself took to the dense jungles, where we were able to outpace our soon-to-be murderers and hid in a large cave. Now only I and 5 others remain, and took our rest and stayed in the cave to tend to the two wounded we had. 
 
 Yet not too long after, the natives returned, this time in force.The clearing in front of the cave was no swarming with throngs of natives, yelling, screeching, and adorned with their savage weapons and vibrant body paint. 
 
 At the far rear of the formation, we saw Harald, now a fully converted savage, and sitting atop a massive shining throne, adorned with skulls and being carried by dozens of servants. We have no way out other than to go forward, each night, they have tried to swarm into the cave, and each time we have driven them back with relentless hails of bolt-fire. 
 
 
 
 Our rations and munitions are running low, and the hundreds of Native corpses that lie in and around the cave-entrance have begun to rot, leaving a dismal and awful miasma in the air. 
 
 I know that our deaths at the hands of these barbarians will come soon, and the others and I have decided to commit to one last sally-attack, in an attempt to storm Harald's camp and kill him at dawn. 
 
 We peer outside of the cave-mouth, taking the last of our weapons and ammunition, and spot the sun slowly rising.... 
 
 

