Russet Vance

A man stands in the middle of a crash site, with blood running down his face, listening to a journal recording as it says 'Journal Entry #1: Today was a great day I finally managed to get off my home-world, I wonder what is in store for me out here in the vast galaxy.
Journal Entry #2: I have made contact with other people today, they accepted me into their group.
...The contents of this journal have been damaged beyond repair, It is only to be suggested that they are dead...'
-Well I'm not dead, and my story is just beginning.- Russet Vance thinks to himself as he looks around at the carnage before him, the severed body parts, blood pooling in puddles only to stain the dry ground as it soaks into the loamy soil, then he says out loud "but you guys sure are."