Dear Kurt,

Sorry if Dr. Hawkins wasn't much help in his journal. The good doctor is getting his Librium again and is sure to be as obtuse as ever in a few days. Until then, I'll be assisting you with your encounters on Earth.

While I can't do everything for you, I did manage to get the Doctor's notes on the arsenal you'll have available to you. I've also been observing the behavior of the enemy creatures to provide you with some general combat tips.

After that, you'll find some guidance to get through each level and arena. And look for me to throw you a bone for a little extra advice.

Well, I'll be seeing you on the battlefield. Bite them on the leg once for me!

Oops, gotta go. The doctor's coming out of his hallucinatory coma now. He's crying out for his hot glue gun again - wants it to fight off the hordes of attacking shellfish. Delusional old turd!