Olimar's Disaster
My name is Captain Olimar. On my homeworld of Hocotate, I am a well-known navigator of the stars. I use my faithful ship, The Dolphin, to carry small freight and deep-space minerals from planet to planet. It is a job of no small importance, and I take it seriously.
For a long time I had been working too hard, so I decided to take some time off by myself to recuperate. The night before I left, my wife prepared my favorite soup, a famous dish on my planet made with three large onions and hundreds of miniature red, yellow, and blue carrots. Once I had my fill, I climbed into my warm bed and began to think of the leisurely vacation that would start the next morning. I finally fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The journey began well. With no set destination in mind, I simply allowed the sleek Dolphin to make its own efficient way through the vast reaches of space. A strange feeling came over me, a premonition that my short trip would soon become an epic adventure. I dismissed the thought as foolishness from my overactive brain, then switched The Dolphin to autopilot and stood up from the control seat to make a hot cup of tea.
Just then, a massive jolt shook The Dolphin! For a brief moment, my mind reeled with the possibilities of what might have happened, but I had little time to react. I was thrown against the control panel, and I blacked out.
Crash Landing
When I came to, I found that The Dolphin had crashed on a strange planet, in a place whose name and location I could not guess. I thanked the laws of chaos that I was at least, for the time, safe. After some inspection, I noticed that The Dolphin was so shaken during reentry that several of her pieces had been jarred loose, probably scattered around the planet.
To make matters worse, my space suit's sensors indicated that the planet's atmosphere contained oxygen, an element incredibly deadly to my people. Fortunately, the life-support system built into my suit seemed unharmed, but I knew that it had only enough remaining battery power to function for another 30 days. If only I could find the engine, then at least I could fly within this planet's atmosphere to search for the other parts.
Will I be able to find the missing parts from my spaceship? Will I be able to return safely to my home and family? I must steel myself against fear and loneliness if I am ever to see them again.
Journal Entries
I have decided to record all of my observations and experiences in my journal until I am able to leave this forbidding planet. My only hope lies in the promise of two strange encounters that I had today.
The first was the discovery of a large object, similar to the onions on my planet. But it was enormous, and it rested on three legs. The other was the appearance of a small life-form eerily similar in appearance to my planet's miniature carrots. I have decided to name this small life-form...Pikmin. Size Comparison
Olimar is about the height of a quarter, and Pikmin are smaller still. Compare them to ordinary objects around you, if you will.