Recovered Journal of Captain Johnathan Stark of the lost colony ship Galladium Beta, final entry.
It's been a couple of years now since we founded the colony here. You wouldn't think it though. So far the only thing's we've been able to grow here are mushrooms. Frickin mushrooms I tell ya! I hate mushrooms. But then, after a few years of eating nothing but, you'd hate them too.
However, that wasn't the worst of it. Fate wasn't content to leave us here, stranded, condemned to spend the rest of our lives eating mushrooms. No. Fate is cruel and so she made us have to fight for that horrible food, the only thing we had that kept our little colony from biting the dust.
When we first arrived here, crippled as we were by an electrical storm during our long travels through space, we had no choice but to set down before we lost the ability to land at all. We scanned the planet and while not particularly hospitable, would at least keep us alive. There didn't seem to be any life-signs.
Turns out we were wrong.
I've been here, on the front-lines for 2 years now, defending the colony from bugs. Yep, that's right. Bugs. Centipedes, spiders, scorpions. Turns out this planets and a whole bunch of natives and they didn't take kindly to our arrival.
It's just one long endless fight. You shoot the damn things and if you don't get 'em right in the head they split up and then you got two of 'em. It's hard work and we take turns in shifts.
2 years with nothing but bugs to fight and mushrooms to eat. Fate's one nasty lady. Personally, I can't take it any more. Maybe my companion can keep going but I just can't cope any more. They say suicide is painless. I hope their right.