PARADISA LOST

[Problems have solutions. Finding those solutions is simply a matter of systemic elimination.

That's Olimar's logic for wandering off by himself. Should he have weapons? Armor? No, his mind assures him, the brochures said this island full of dinosaurs is "perfectly safe and fun for the whole family". There must be some other reason castle residents are getting injured. Surely it would be easier to determine what is happening if restore the electrical power were restored! And if Olimar could cobble his space ship back together in unknown wilds, perhaps he can be of some help with Jurassic Park's outlying systems.

He starts getting a dreadful sinking feeling, as he walks through the forest and the electric fence doesn't appear. His sense of direction must be skewed. If only he had his space suit and a working radar uplink! Olimar turns back, scutinizing every remembered step of his journey so far, noticing that this human body appears to tremble more than his usual Hocotatian form during times of mild stress. An endocrine response, most likely. How odd.

He doesn't notice the crunching leaf litter until it's too late. Olimar nearly walks into a massive hind leg, and he looks up and up and up at the king of dinosaurs, tyrannosaurus rex.

In the moment Olimar begins to run, and the T-Rex begins crashing after him, the journal falls unnoticed from his pocket. It lands closed.]

O-Oh, dear Fates above! Help! Anyone?

[He may not have his space suit's vocal sound enhancements, but Olimar can do this even in a human body. As the thunderous footsteps gain on him, he heaves in a breath and whistles, piercingly loud.]