[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

Day 1: 
 
 I di n't mean to. I di n't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean. 
 
 But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lrned how to right? But I stol a speer on my way out. I wo n't dy on my first day out heer. Gon na go look for food now. I will right in this thin 2morrow. 
 
 Day 7238: 
 
 I looked back at my earlier entries today. I'm surprised by how illiterate I was almost a year ago. This journal they gave me included a tutorial on proper grammar and spelling. It gave me something to do this past year, at least. 
 
 The right wall of the shelter colapssed yesterday. I had to re inforce it with a few rocks I found the other day. Should be fine now. There's a storm coming. 
 
 I saw some people in the trees yesterday too. They were watching me while I repaired the wall. I threw my spear at them and they ran away. I'm writing this while I keep an eye on the window. I'm watching for any movement. 
 
 Food's starting to get scarce, too. I found bugs crawling around the garden last week. And now these other people are probably hunting the rest of the boar, too. Gon na have to go back to squirrels and birds again soon. 
 
 I wonder who these people are? It'll be so nice to have someone to talk to besides you, Journal. It's been so damn lonely, I -- 
 
 Wait, what's out there? I thought I sa -- 
 
 Day 7239: 
 
 To any who find this: leave. This is our territory now. Turn around and go home, or end up like him. 
 
 You have been warned.
