He was lost. There was no question about it. At first, the jungle had seemed a nice enough place, full of peculiar yet interesting birds and animals, and strange species of smoke expelling plants which grew in all random corners of the sharp rigid landscape. But now as the day began to grow darker and darker, his senses became more and more alert, and he began to play tricks on himself wondering whether it was just the ruffling of giant leaves which grew on the odd, violet coloured plants that surrounded him, or if it were another creature, following him, waiting for its time to strike. He had yet to encounter an animal which did not try to attack him, or rather he had yet to encounter an animal which did not succeed in attacking him, however in this unknown environment of which he knew nothing about, anything could be possible.
             The plants and trees were all too damp and their foliage was much too thick to sufficiently illuminate what lay beneath their growth. This was an uneasing thought seeing as he had not the slightest idea of what was there, for, you see, he was lost in an uninhabited, alien jungle on a far away planet, and the continuous beating of drums were beginning to drive him to insanity.
             "Hang on," he thought to himself, the impossibility of drumming on an uninhabited jungle finally hit him, at about the same time as a spear hit him, right in his left thigh. In an instant he felt his eyelids drop like they were made of lead and he collapsed in a relaxing heap on the ground.
             He awoke to find himself sat in a clearing surrounded by about four dozen young, beautiful women wearing brown fur bikini's of which the fur he had seen nothing like before. He stared at the women and very carefully didn't pinch himself in case he was dreaming, he was enjoying what was going on.
             "Hello," he said with a struggle, the poison on the spear was still sort of in affect and he still felt quite slow
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