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I slammed the door closed behind me as I walked into my small apartment, silently cursing the name of my boss and his general linage.
That bloody bastard!
You kind of had to admire the pure fucking balls on him, though. When I was told that we were going to do a major project I was happy. I mean, I could use my talents for once instead of just shuffling papers and actually got to set up a real network for a client. I was trained as a network tech but I was hired for administrative duties. Boring, but I did them quite easily.
That quickly turned to ash, though, when two days into planning the network, he called in sick.
Meaning I had to do the work of two people. That I had only done in theory before, this was my first 'real' network infrastructure. When he came back to work the project had gone over-time but I was almost finished.
That utter bastard fired me 'for being unable to preform the duties required'.
It turned out that the fucker had been looking for a cause to fire me for over a month before the project started, but my contract wasn't 'at will'. He needed a reason.
So he created one.
Fucking asshole. That shit couldn't have been legal. Tomorrow I'm calling the union.
I sighed and walked over to my small refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda before I dropped down on the couch, resting the cold can against my forehead.
At times like these that I wished that the taste of alcohol didn't make me feel nauseous. This would be a perfect time to get smashing drunk.
Sitting up, I popped the can open and took a sip, leaning back against the backrest. Right now, fuck looking for a new job.
I really couldn't be arsed giving any kind of fucks.
I was all out of fucks.
Sighing, I put down the soda can on the small table, putting my feet on it as I picked up the remote and turned the TV on. Some kind of cooking show. It would suffice.
Something caught my attention at the corner of my eye and I reached to pick up the small wooden box.
It was about the size of a shoebox and made from dark wood, the lid containing one of those puzzles where you slide pieces around to form a pattern. According to the guy at the fleamarket it had belonged to his grandmother and he had never been able to get it open.
It didn't make any sounds when shaken, though, so it was likely empty.
So instead of breaking it open, he had decided to sell it.
Well, it was cheap and looked neat, so I picked it up. The dark wood and the silver painted symbols was kind of cool. If I was ever able to get it open I could keep candy or something in it.
Unless it was something like in that movie and summoned a bunch of demons when opened. Unlikely, though, as the guy selling it said that he had seen it open before his grandmother died.
I kept one eye on the TV as I idly started to slide the wooden plates around.
Huh. Wonder why I didn't notice that before. It wasn't random lines on the plates, they formed a maze. Well that made things a hell of a lot easier! I thought it was going to form a picture or something. D'oh.
As it turned out, it didn't get that much easier. But at least it was possible for me to open it now other than by pure chance. Even so, though, it took me almost two hours before I heard a small click.
Grinning in triumph I sat up fully to put it on the small table before I hesitated.
Strange lockbox with silver symbols on the sides, a labyrinth-themed lock puzzle mechanism on the lid sold to me from some guy on a fleamarket.
Okay... That triggered all of my 'be careful' instincts.
Seriously, I think I saw a horror movie like this once.
No, I'm just being silly. This is real life. Unfortunately or I would be living on a spaceship.
Damn it.
But then again, that was what the characters in movies and stories thought as well.
I gave the box a wary look. I was likely being silly, but I am an adult. I'm allowed to be silly at times.
What's the use of being a responsible adult unless you are allowed to be silly when you want to?
Standing up, I left the box where it was and walked to get the handle of my mop and taking cover behind the couch before reaching to poke the lid of the box.
There was no mystic mist or flash of light or emerging tentacles.
I chuckled and put the mophandle down before moving to sit back down. Silly over, let's see if there was something in there.
The box contained a single item, a yellow crystal the size of one of those small flashlights. Maybe two decimeters long and three or so centimeters wide. One half of it was covered with a silvery cylinder covered with what looked like some kind of occult symbols. On one side of the silver part there was a single red stone.
I frowned and picked it up, turning it over.
What in the world? Maybe I was more right than I thought when it came to the box containing something dangerous.
Maybe his grandmother was into some kind of new age shit?
That red stone kind of looked like a button though.
I froze and stared at the crystal thing in my hand. If it started to vibrate when I pressed that stone, I'd throw it through my window and burn my hand off.
It was with great trepidation that I pressed the red button. I think I would have preferred demons.
But I got neither demons nor ick. Instead the crystal lit up in a bright yellow light and a beam lashed out from it, shooting into the middle of the room where it stopped and grew into a... what I could only describe as a portal.
The hole in space grew until it was two meters tall and a meter wide and between the yellow glowing borders, I could see a misty wood. The air was suddenly full with the scents of nature coming from the hole in the air.
I had simply frozen, staring at the impossible thing before I looked down on the crystal again. I pressed the button again and the portal collapsed.
I pressed it again and the beam shot out again, reforming the portal. This time it showed something that looked like the inside of a cave and it smelled damp.
This was simply not possible.
Things like this did not happen.
Pressing the button again caused the portal to close.
I think it might be time to freak out now.
AN// Many thanks to The Grey Rook for betaing this section. While this is a SI, it is a alternate me that actually managed to get a job straight out of school. Now, it don't matter overly much, it simply changed some minor things such as living in a different place and such. No relation to the game Dungeoncrawl, this was inspired by doing rift runs in Diablo 3, but it's not a Diablo fanfic.
That bloody bastard!
You kind of had to admire the pure fucking balls on him, though. When I was told that we were going to do a major project I was happy. I mean, I could use my talents for once instead of just shuffling papers and actually got to set up a real network for a client. I was trained as a network tech but I was hired for administrative duties. Boring, but I did them quite easily.
That quickly turned to ash, though, when two days into planning the network, he called in sick.
Meaning I had to do the work of two people. That I had only done in theory before, this was my first 'real' network infrastructure. When he came back to work the project had gone over-time but I was almost finished.
That utter bastard fired me 'for being unable to preform the duties required'.
It turned out that the fucker had been looking for a cause to fire me for over a month before the project started, but my contract wasn't 'at will'. He needed a reason.
So he created one.
Fucking asshole. That shit couldn't have been legal. Tomorrow I'm calling the union.
I sighed and walked over to my small refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda before I dropped down on the couch, resting the cold can against my forehead.
At times like these that I wished that the taste of alcohol didn't make me feel nauseous. This would be a perfect time to get smashing drunk.
Sitting up, I popped the can open and took a sip, leaning back against the backrest. Right now, fuck looking for a new job.
I really couldn't be arsed giving any kind of fucks.
I was all out of fucks.
Sighing, I put down the soda can on the small table, putting my feet on it as I picked up the remote and turned the TV on. Some kind of cooking show. It would suffice.
Something caught my attention at the corner of my eye and I reached to pick up the small wooden box.
It was about the size of a shoebox and made from dark wood, the lid containing one of those puzzles where you slide pieces around to form a pattern. According to the guy at the fleamarket it had belonged to his grandmother and he had never been able to get it open.
It didn't make any sounds when shaken, though, so it was likely empty.
So instead of breaking it open, he had decided to sell it.
Well, it was cheap and looked neat, so I picked it up. The dark wood and the silver painted symbols was kind of cool. If I was ever able to get it open I could keep candy or something in it.
Unless it was something like in that movie and summoned a bunch of demons when opened. Unlikely, though, as the guy selling it said that he had seen it open before his grandmother died.
I kept one eye on the TV as I idly started to slide the wooden plates around.
Huh. Wonder why I didn't notice that before. It wasn't random lines on the plates, they formed a maze. Well that made things a hell of a lot easier! I thought it was going to form a picture or something. D'oh.
As it turned out, it didn't get that much easier. But at least it was possible for me to open it now other than by pure chance. Even so, though, it took me almost two hours before I heard a small click.
Grinning in triumph I sat up fully to put it on the small table before I hesitated.
Strange lockbox with silver symbols on the sides, a labyrinth-themed lock puzzle mechanism on the lid sold to me from some guy on a fleamarket.
Okay... That triggered all of my 'be careful' instincts.
Seriously, I think I saw a horror movie like this once.
No, I'm just being silly. This is real life. Unfortunately or I would be living on a spaceship.
Damn it.
But then again, that was what the characters in movies and stories thought as well.
I gave the box a wary look. I was likely being silly, but I am an adult. I'm allowed to be silly at times.
What's the use of being a responsible adult unless you are allowed to be silly when you want to?
Standing up, I left the box where it was and walked to get the handle of my mop and taking cover behind the couch before reaching to poke the lid of the box.
There was no mystic mist or flash of light or emerging tentacles.
I chuckled and put the mophandle down before moving to sit back down. Silly over, let's see if there was something in there.
The box contained a single item, a yellow crystal the size of one of those small flashlights. Maybe two decimeters long and three or so centimeters wide. One half of it was covered with a silvery cylinder covered with what looked like some kind of occult symbols. On one side of the silver part there was a single red stone.
I frowned and picked it up, turning it over.
What in the world? Maybe I was more right than I thought when it came to the box containing something dangerous.
Maybe his grandmother was into some kind of new age shit?
That red stone kind of looked like a button though.
I froze and stared at the crystal thing in my hand. If it started to vibrate when I pressed that stone, I'd throw it through my window and burn my hand off.
It was with great trepidation that I pressed the red button. I think I would have preferred demons.
But I got neither demons nor ick. Instead the crystal lit up in a bright yellow light and a beam lashed out from it, shooting into the middle of the room where it stopped and grew into a... what I could only describe as a portal.
The hole in space grew until it was two meters tall and a meter wide and between the yellow glowing borders, I could see a misty wood. The air was suddenly full with the scents of nature coming from the hole in the air.
I had simply frozen, staring at the impossible thing before I looked down on the crystal again. I pressed the button again and the portal collapsed.
I pressed it again and the beam shot out again, reforming the portal. This time it showed something that looked like the inside of a cave and it smelled damp.
This was simply not possible.
Things like this did not happen.
Pressing the button again caused the portal to close.
I think it might be time to freak out now.
AN// Many thanks to The Grey Rook for betaing this section. While this is a SI, it is a alternate me that actually managed to get a job straight out of school. Now, it don't matter overly much, it simply changed some minor things such as living in a different place and such. No relation to the game Dungeoncrawl, this was inspired by doing rift runs in Diablo 3, but it's not a Diablo fanfic.
HarakoniWarhawk
Striking from the Skies
- Location
- Holy Terra
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Can't wait to see what direction this story takes but knowing Hiver it's going to be as amazing as his other stories. Can't wait for the next instalment.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Interesting, but one nit—
Network operators don't generally have unions. This is probably in part because America, but also it's because they don't generally need them; when it comes to computers, anyone with a decent set of skills is in demand pretty much everywhere.
Not to say that what you described can't happen, it definitely can, it's just the 'union' bit that's off.
Network operators don't generally have unions. This is probably in part because America, but also it's because they don't generally need them; when it comes to computers, anyone with a decent set of skills is in demand pretty much everywhere.
Not to say that what you described can't happen, it definitely can, it's just the 'union' bit that's off.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
A Hiver SI getting to prepare before going into the weird stuff? Well, that's new. What will this one do first, I wonder?
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
Character is swedish, europe is a lot better about unions than usa union membership.
Okay, reality check.
I picked up the crystal wand thing and looked it over. I didn't recognize any of the symbols, nor could I see how it had been put together.
This thing apparently opened some kind of portal at the press of a button. Where to, I had no idea.
Still, nothing had wanted to eat me yet, so the place couldn't be that dangerous.
I had not touched it since yesterday, instead I had defaulted back to what I always did when I had something that bothered me and was too much to handle at once.
Video games to take my mind off it, letting it churn through my 'background processes' if you will.
But now it was time to take a closer look at this impossible thing and I was back on the couch.
I aimed it at the middle of the room again and pressed the button, causing the yellow beam of light to beam out and form a two meter tall and a meter wide hole in space.
The yellow glowing circle revealed what looked like some kind of dusty canyon under a red sun. The air smelled dry and dusty and even two meters from the portal I could feel the heat of the sun.
I quickly scrambled to press the button again, causing the portal to snap closed while I wished really hard I didn't just get a lethal dose of radioactive agents.
Okay. Let's be a bit more careful than that.
I collapsed on the couch with a sigh, putting the crystal portal thingy down on the table. What in the world should I do now?
Should I hand it over to the government? They had the resources to handle something like this.
Did I sell it? If I managed it safely, I could make a epic fuckload of money. This might be the most advanced technology on the fricking planet. It's likely a thousand years ahead of what we can build now.
Hell, it is almost for certain not made by human hands.
Which mean that it was alien.
Holy crap, I have alien technology!
I took a slow deep breath at the crystal device. It might just be me being paranoid but trying to sell it to anyone might be a really fast way to getting disappeared, if not outright killed if the wrong sort of people found out about it. The fact that this thing existed and if this did, it would be likely that other artifacts existed. And as I never heard about any... that pointed towards bad news.
Even if they didn't make the artifact and I suddenly disappear, if this knowledge got out, it could destabilize diplomatic relations. That ruled out the government and selling it.
So what did I do?
Should I put it back in the box, lock it and then just toss it in the ocean?
I picked it up again, turning it over in my hands before I shook my head. No.
I couldn't do that. If I did, I would never forgive myself. This had to be done, even if I could never let anyone know what I found out.
Something like this simply couldn't be stored away in a box somewhere without being examined.
Nodding to myself, I sat up and put the portal device back into it's box, closing it.
If I'm doing this, I am doing it right.
Just jumping through the first portal would have been idiotic even if I had never seen Sliders. Who knew how long they stayed open?
What if it didn't reopen here after being closed? So far it seemed to open to random spots.
No, I was going to do this right.
Full documentation, methodical research.
Standing up I picked the box up and walked over to put it away in a drawer before heading to boot my computer up.
It was a bit strange how calm I felt about this, but I was pretty sure it had not fully hit me yet on what the hell I just discovered.
It would likely hit me later when trying to go asleep.
First things first...
I started with firing up my browser and my word processor before starting to write down a list on what I might need and what I could get.
Expedition:
Some kind of weapon. That would be difficult in Sweden, not to mention expensive even if you went the legal route. I didn't even know where to start illegally. Might have to improvise. Firearms was out. Aluminum baseball bat? In any case I needed something for defense. Wish I knew how to use a bow.
Helmet.
Good Camera(Gopro? Some kind of head camera.)
Small laptop with good battery. Check, have that.
Good bag and clothes fitting for it(Visit military surplus?)
Food.
Water.(Water purifier).
A good knife(multitool?)
Flashlight.(Headlamp?)
Reliable fire starter.
I frowned and glanced at the drawer. Not that I planned to go through it any time soon. There was SCIENCE to be done first. Everything else would have plenty of time to arrive after being ordered.
Better take a few days to figure out what to bring and what kind of experiments to run before I did anything and do it right. Because ending up trapped on a alien planet would kind of suck a bit.
AN// kinglugia is the one that deserve thanks for betaing this section.
I picked up the crystal wand thing and looked it over. I didn't recognize any of the symbols, nor could I see how it had been put together.
This thing apparently opened some kind of portal at the press of a button. Where to, I had no idea.
Still, nothing had wanted to eat me yet, so the place couldn't be that dangerous.
I had not touched it since yesterday, instead I had defaulted back to what I always did when I had something that bothered me and was too much to handle at once.
Video games to take my mind off it, letting it churn through my 'background processes' if you will.
But now it was time to take a closer look at this impossible thing and I was back on the couch.
I aimed it at the middle of the room again and pressed the button, causing the yellow beam of light to beam out and form a two meter tall and a meter wide hole in space.
The yellow glowing circle revealed what looked like some kind of dusty canyon under a red sun. The air smelled dry and dusty and even two meters from the portal I could feel the heat of the sun.
I quickly scrambled to press the button again, causing the portal to snap closed while I wished really hard I didn't just get a lethal dose of radioactive agents.
Okay. Let's be a bit more careful than that.
I collapsed on the couch with a sigh, putting the crystal portal thingy down on the table. What in the world should I do now?
Should I hand it over to the government? They had the resources to handle something like this.
Did I sell it? If I managed it safely, I could make a epic fuckload of money. This might be the most advanced technology on the fricking planet. It's likely a thousand years ahead of what we can build now.
Hell, it is almost for certain not made by human hands.
Which mean that it was alien.
Holy crap, I have alien technology!
I took a slow deep breath at the crystal device. It might just be me being paranoid but trying to sell it to anyone might be a really fast way to getting disappeared, if not outright killed if the wrong sort of people found out about it. The fact that this thing existed and if this did, it would be likely that other artifacts existed. And as I never heard about any... that pointed towards bad news.
Even if they didn't make the artifact and I suddenly disappear, if this knowledge got out, it could destabilize diplomatic relations. That ruled out the government and selling it.
So what did I do?
Should I put it back in the box, lock it and then just toss it in the ocean?
I picked it up again, turning it over in my hands before I shook my head. No.
I couldn't do that. If I did, I would never forgive myself. This had to be done, even if I could never let anyone know what I found out.
Something like this simply couldn't be stored away in a box somewhere without being examined.
Nodding to myself, I sat up and put the portal device back into it's box, closing it.
If I'm doing this, I am doing it right.
Just jumping through the first portal would have been idiotic even if I had never seen Sliders. Who knew how long they stayed open?
What if it didn't reopen here after being closed? So far it seemed to open to random spots.
No, I was going to do this right.
Full documentation, methodical research.
Standing up I picked the box up and walked over to put it away in a drawer before heading to boot my computer up.
It was a bit strange how calm I felt about this, but I was pretty sure it had not fully hit me yet on what the hell I just discovered.
It would likely hit me later when trying to go asleep.
First things first...
I started with firing up my browser and my word processor before starting to write down a list on what I might need and what I could get.
Expedition:
Some kind of weapon. That would be difficult in Sweden, not to mention expensive even if you went the legal route. I didn't even know where to start illegally. Might have to improvise. Firearms was out. Aluminum baseball bat? In any case I needed something for defense. Wish I knew how to use a bow.
Helmet.
Good Camera(Gopro? Some kind of head camera.)
Small laptop with good battery. Check, have that.
Good bag and clothes fitting for it(Visit military surplus?)
Food.
Water.(Water purifier).
A good knife(multitool?)
Flashlight.(Headlamp?)
Reliable fire starter.
I frowned and glanced at the drawer. Not that I planned to go through it any time soon. There was SCIENCE to be done first. Everything else would have plenty of time to arrive after being ordered.
Better take a few days to figure out what to bring and what kind of experiments to run before I did anything and do it right. Because ending up trapped on a alien planet would kind of suck a bit.
AN// kinglugia is the one that deserve thanks for betaing this section.
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
Hmm.. you know, if this were something, I would worry about detection. As in it remained undetected until activation. You used it several times in succession in the same place.
Small laptop with protective hardened waterproof case.
Solar/ crank generator for laptop battery.
Flashlight, Solar/ Crank option.
x2 Military multi shovel. Improvised weapon.
Tools, Heavy Hammer.
Small laptop with protective hardened waterproof case.
Solar/ crank generator for laptop battery.
Flashlight, Solar/ Crank option.
x2 Military multi shovel. Improvised weapon.
Tools, Heavy Hammer.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Okay. A couple thoughts:
- I've reasoned the same way about artifacts like that. You're right, you shouldn't try to sell it or anything.
Though, it's interesting—the same logic holds even if you're the very first person to discover something, which could make for an amusing "The Magic Returns" scenario.
- Then don't start writing about it on your computer, for the love of everything!
No, that's hardly suspense-breaking, I just feel sorry for Hiver in the not so improbable case that someone notices. Normally I'd say the chance is low, but here? Ehh.
- Lastly, telling literally no-one doesn't sound right. Close friends? Family? If neither of those happens, I'll have to draw unfortunate conclusions about your poor network operator. ;_;
Oh, and for that shopping list?
Geiger counter and handheld spectrometer. They're both expensive, but a netop should be able to afford them. Just hope you don't open a portal to some world that just suffered an apocalypse, or something. And that this isn't a technological variant of the Subtle Knife.
Water purifier... hum, those "straws of life" might work, while being light enough to make good trade goods as well. Wouldn't want to rely on them long-term, though. Realistically, you'll probably be running into more primitive civilisations; long-term, I would enjoy watching you set up an interdimensional trading company.
(Wasn't there a book about this?)
Oh well. You still have access to Earth, which should make this extra interesting.
- I've reasoned the same way about artifacts like that. You're right, you shouldn't try to sell it or anything.
Though, it's interesting—the same logic holds even if you're the very first person to discover something, which could make for an amusing "The Magic Returns" scenario.
- Then don't start writing about it on your computer, for the love of everything!
No, that's hardly suspense-breaking, I just feel sorry for Hiver in the not so improbable case that someone notices. Normally I'd say the chance is low, but here? Ehh.
- Lastly, telling literally no-one doesn't sound right. Close friends? Family? If neither of those happens, I'll have to draw unfortunate conclusions about your poor network operator. ;_;
Oh, and for that shopping list?
Geiger counter and handheld spectrometer. They're both expensive, but a netop should be able to afford them. Just hope you don't open a portal to some world that just suffered an apocalypse, or something. And that this isn't a technological variant of the Subtle Knife.
Water purifier... hum, those "straws of life" might work, while being light enough to make good trade goods as well. Wouldn't want to rely on them long-term, though. Realistically, you'll probably be running into more primitive civilisations; long-term, I would enjoy watching you set up an interdimensional trading company.
(Wasn't there a book about this?)
Oh well. You still have access to Earth, which should make this extra interesting.
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a hand generator, so he can recharge electronics.
- Location
- behind you
Every time a new hiver fic comes out im like... booorriiii nvm greatest moment of my life, some how none of hiver fics are bad... its like he knows you too well... now i cant get the idea of hiver stalking his every reader out of my head
Every time a new hiver fic comes out im like... booorriiii nvm greatest moment of my life, some how none of hiver fics are bad... its like he knows you too well... now i cant get the idea of hiver stalking his every reader out of my head
I disagree with that, just check some of my earlier stuff. Like the first Planeswalker story I did that started in Harry Potter. Only exist on SB and I have not had it deleted from there only so I can easily see how much I have improved.
- Location
- behind you
No mean there havent been any fics from series i dont like and i havent got a SB account but i read your fics from there too
Suggestions, before going through:
- Try opening portal somewhere else. Does it lead to same spot, or does exit point change?
- Try opening portal some time else. How does their night sky look?
- Get aerial views from near the portal. Camera drone if you have money to spare, helium balloon with a camera and long rope if not.
- Get travel immunizations, in case other place has similar enough maladies.
- Add first aid kit and pepper spray to equipment list.
- Read up on wilderness survival and navigation.
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Quest
The Great One
- Location
- Everywhere
Oh? You have another Planewalker fic?
*Checks it out*
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! My Eeeeeeyyyyeees? Why do they bleed soooo!!!?
Just kidding.
I've already read that.Honestly, while your writings improved (a lot), and that helps what really people like about your writing is your ideas. It tends to work really well.
Tachikoma's Aunt
Priestess of Yog-Sothoth
- Location
- Variable
I wouldn't bother with the water filters. Boiling works just as well for biological contaminate (better, actually) and if there's something like lead or uranium in the water, that filter isn't going to do a damned thing to help you anyway. Plus, filters wear out much faster than metal pots. You have no way of knowing whether or not you can actually open a portal back home. In fact, from the observed effects thus far it seems more likely that you cannot: the destination of each portal appears to be randomly selected.
Bring a collapsible entrenching tool. You'll need a shovel for digging latrines if nothing else, and the edge on those fuckers is easily capable of cracking open a human skull.
Toilet paper. Lots of toilet paper. It probably won't exist where you're going.
You will need a good multitool.
As others have mentioned, bring a hand-cranked generator or solar charger. I'd go with the generator, personally. More work, but it won't be reduced to dead weight on an overcast day, or if the planet has a longer day-night cycle than Earth does.
And bring lots of spices. Besides making living of the land more palatable / serve as preservatives, they make excellent light weight trade goods. Historically, many spices have been worth more than their weight in gold for most of human history. Hell, saffron still is.
EDIT: And a field craft knife (needs to be able to both skin animals and chop wood). K-bar at minimum, but those really aren't durable enough to hold up to extended use in a survival situation--they aren't full tang, the blade will snap off at the hilt eventually.
Bring a collapsible entrenching tool. You'll need a shovel for digging latrines if nothing else, and the edge on those fuckers is easily capable of cracking open a human skull.
Toilet paper. Lots of toilet paper. It probably won't exist where you're going.
You will need a good multitool.
As others have mentioned, bring a hand-cranked generator or solar charger. I'd go with the generator, personally. More work, but it won't be reduced to dead weight on an overcast day, or if the planet has a longer day-night cycle than Earth does.
And bring lots of spices. Besides making living of the land more palatable / serve as preservatives, they make excellent light weight trade goods. Historically, many spices have been worth more than their weight in gold for most of human history. Hell, saffron still is.
EDIT: And a field craft knife (needs to be able to both skin animals and chop wood). K-bar at minimum, but those really aren't durable enough to hold up to extended use in a survival situation--they aren't full tang, the blade will snap off at the hilt eventually.
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Retsof
I will keep you safe.
That reminds me. You ever going to revisit that one where you bodyswapped with the Evil Overlord Lich?