[ 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 .

Type 3 Sentient life report, low density anomaly; full logs. 
 
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 3/29/3303- Federal Report, Commander Inara 
 
 I was sitting in my pilot chair, browsing the galactic web with my emergency Ansible. Not that I was in an emergency or anything, it just gets boring out here in the dark with nothing to do. The haulers nowadays flew themselves, from plotting jumps between stars to docking at port and even monitoring my calorie intake. So it's understandable that I did n't see the planet rapidly expanding ahead of me. 
 
 *Bang-mooooooaaan* That well known sound of being thrown from warp as the hull strains against the deceleration. I quickly lowered my HUD, but I saw nothing but black beyond my cockpit. 
 
 *Beep beep beep beep* `` Frameshift failure, unexpected planetary-class body.'' What?! `` Current altitude, -50 meters, trace oxygen found in the atmosphere, gravity measured at.5 G. Recommend external inspection for damage.'' Quite certain the sensor array was damaged, I donned my space suit and opened the airlock. I thought it simply must be broken, you ca n't land 50 meters under a planet! Then I jumped out the air lock into the pure black, and sunk into... foam? Panicking, I flailed around trying to reach my ship, when I suddenly burst into light. 
 
 `` Aaah! A mole person! Mommy help!'' a childish voice cried moments after I could see light. Turning to look at the source, a ring of people standing around something with only a young girl facing me. Shakily rising to my feet, I stagger over to the ring, my feet indenting the spongy ground, like walking through powdery snow. Reaching the group unnoticed expect by the child, I see a puckered crater, the size of my hauler. `` Something just sunk in here.'' `` Did you see that thing? ” “ Was it a meteor?'' 
 
 I turned to run away. My first step flew through the ground, and I sunk down into the darkness. 
 
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 1/28/3303- Personal Log. 
 The world here looks like those historical documentaries about Earth, except everything is lighter, almost foamy. From the times I've peeked at the surface, I've seen the people here skip around, taking great bounds through the air. Hazmat suit wearing scientists and heavy excavating equipment now surround the area where my ship sunk in. If they manage to dig out my ship, I suppose I owe them thanks for doing my job for me, but from what I've seen, nothing they have can lift it. 
 
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 2/26/3303- Personal Log. 
 My rations ran out a while ago, and the things I ’ ve done makes me feel like a common bandit. I would pull myself from the ground, walk towards a house and pull the door off. Even though it was for survival, it felt demeaning to scrounge through a families ’ fridge, especially when they wake up and start shouting. I sometimes just take the fridge if I get noticed too quickly. Good news though, I've received confirmation from a nearby salvage ship, the FSS Opportunity, that they will be arriving for rescue if I let them keep my ship. The 5 light year journey will take some time though. 
 
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 3/07/3303- Personal log. 
 I was discovered, though it hasn ’ t been as bad as I thought. I was getting food again, but the father of the family was waiting. Must have been a house I broke into before, because he had a shotgun ready. Looking down the barrel, seeing my life flash before my eyes, I heard the bang, and felt a pattering against my helmet. Opening my eyes, the man was standing there with the gun barrel smoking, cold sweat starting to drip down his face. As I started to back away, he stood frozen on the spot, hyperventilating and staring at me. Like I was a monster. I feel like if I had killed that man, he would be less shocked. 
 
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 3/25/3303- Personal log. 
 The military has been hunting me for these past weeks. Like a rabid animal. They evacuated the area of citizens, taking my food source away so they can control where I appeared. Well, after the first time, where I tore open the armored truck to get at the rations. Now they keep the army rations in cargo bobs at all times. Then they set out food in a pile, with bear traps, turrets and landmines surrounding it. It seemed risky, though my stomach eventually convinced me of the benefits of eating. Emerging in the dead of night, I crawled from the ground into the middle of the compound. Then the sky was filled with explosions and gunfire, stinging me as they made contact. Dashing as best I could towards the food, throwing what appeared to be a tank out of my way, grabbing as much as I could carry and diving back into the ground. 
 
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 3/27/3303- Guest Log, FSS Opportunity. 
 My entire body feels broken. After the encounters with the planets military, my body is covered in black and blue splotches. Luckily, the salvage ship arrived before I had to make another grab for food. Watching the 150 meter long ship arrive from low orbit was a sight to see. Swooping in with gunfire sparking off the hull, firing the magnetic grapple into the crater and pulling my hauler out from the ground like fruit from jello. The pilot ’ s federation has contacted me, telling me to keep all of my logs confidential and preserve any samples of material from the world for study. 
 
 o7 signing off. Hopefully this all blows over. 

