[ WP ] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc . You , a regular person , are essentially their superhuman .

Day 28 
 
 I think I'm blending in. I never thought that being so careful would be so difficult. I have to tread lightly, literally, so I do n't destroy their roads. Still ca n't believe that I'm here; that here exists. I've spent much of this first month homeless, but I got lucky today. Good things will follow. They must. 
 
 Day 32 
 
 Had to flee a store after I crushed an expensive appliance. I feel terrible but I do n't have the money, and I know I do n't want to explain myself. Nearly died when I was running away. Decided to try to jump for extra distance, and I almost broke through the upper atmosphere. Took me hours to get back to where I'm staying. Must be more careful. So much more careful. 
 
 Day 33 
 
 It's all over the news. Fuck. Of course it is. `` Mysterious Man Destroys Property, Flies Away?'' It's everywhere. I figured that there'd be a clean shot of my face, that I would've been identified by now. Apparently I was moving too fast for anyone to get a good look, so that's something. Is this going to be my whole life now? Hiding and running away? 
 
 Day 40 
 
 I want to go home. I miss my family. My life. Everything's just so fragile now. This world, it's people... me. I ca n't look in any direction without seeing something that reminds me of home. What's making me so lonely is that this place is so similar to Earth, and yet more different than anything I've ever known. It's such a strange dichotomy. Oh well. At least I finally slept through the night without destroying my bed. That was getting expensive. Tomorrow's a new day. 
 
 Day 45 
 
 I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. He died. I... killed him. Blood everywhere. I just wanted to stop him. He shot that lady, and I did n't want him to shoot her again. She was so afraid. I yelled at him and he looked. He looked right at me. He pointed the gun at me and I just lost it. Think he shot me, I'm not sure. He fired twice and I think I felt something, but I do n't know. I just got so mad. Forgot about being careful. So many people saw. I did n't mean to kill him. I'm so scared. I do n't belong here. Do n't know what to do. I ca n't stay in this building, this city. Need to pack. Leave. 
 
 Day 47 
 
 Everything's wrong. This is n't how my life was supposed to be, lived out in a strange place among a strange people who are so fragile and do n't even know it. 
 
 I could... jump into space. Be done with it all. I have as much up there as I do here. Nothing. 
 
 Day 50 
 
 Thought there'd be a manhunt. Thought they'd be looking for me. I was moving too fast for anyone to catch my face again. That guy was her husband and he'd been hurting her for a while. The authorities said what I did was brutal, but they did n't seem too sad he was gone. Does n't make it right. Ca n't lose control like that ever again. Ever. I'll never forget his face. I wonder if she'll be alright. 
 
 Day 51 
 
 She lived. She was on the news for an interview. She said...'' Thank you.'' 
 
 I saved her. I saved her.
