You sit on the trunk of a fallen tree pondering when the
rescue team was going to arrive. Meanwhile, its nightfall and having nowhere to
sleep and nothing to eat, you begin crying and cursing the situation that you've
gotten into this time. Your wait was, however, in vain. Nobody... absolutely
NOBODY knew that you were coming here and though your chances of getting rescued
were worse than nill, you decided to just sit here and rot. By the time you had
realized that this wasn't the way to go, it was too late. Due to your old age,
your bones threatened to snap as you tried to stand. You try screaming for help
and nothing but a hoarse whisper came out. You die a pitiful death, totally
unfit for the JediKnight you once were when you first arrived.
