...he felt many of the pressures of the modern, 'civilised' world (what does that even mean?!) lift, and he found himself free from worrying about what other people thought.
He could put all of his energies and focus, into discovering the secret of ultimate survival and world domination!
All was going well, until his team all fell ill with some unnamed tropical disease.
They soon died, leaving Tim on his own.
No way would he go back without the key to winning everything, so he struck deeper into the jungle, looking for proof of the nastiness of the Universe.
Of course, if the Universe was always that nasty, he wouldn't have been able to wander for as long as he did, without being eaten up or mauled or poisoned by something or other.
(Actually, if things were as bad as his bitter little mind imagined, life wouldn't have even developed in the first place!)
He became as lost, geographically, as he had always been spiritually.
He wandered for days; hungry, thirsty and desperate, and thought that all was lost-
until the jungle started to.......speak to him...!
Without words or even images, the great, throbbing, living mass began communicating with Tim.
(Who decided that he had gone completely fucking mad!!!)
But after the jungle voice led him to food and water, and made him avoid a huge drop that would surely have killed him, he realised that he was being- he had to admit it..........helped!
If his life hadn't absolutely depended on this phenomena, he would have been utterly disgusted and rejected it, but he was after all willing to follow any method that could lead to his own, personal gain.
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