After using his Russian military training to evade the Coast Guardsmen, Yuri sits next to his K-36 ejection seat and wonders if he should have joined the Navy instead. He then proceeds to inventory the survival gear the Government of Mother Russia has seen fit to equip him with. Lets see, survival vest, knife, emergency sleeping bag, life raft, seat kit, emergency radio....

When he came across his 24 hour individual food rations, he wondered if starving is really so bad...

Soon Yuri felt dejected... after searching everything twice, his worst fears were confirmed. He didn't have a Glock .40...

Despite his training, he lost the will to survive, and was never seen again.

Pilot B however, knew he'd be ok. You see, through selective absorption of tips from the equipped forums, cast away, and Survivorman, he knew he had to get moving as quickly as possible if he's going to meet his rescuers halfway. He looked around and scanned the aircraft up and down for anything he could possibly use to help him stay alive. The propeller! Pilot B remembered how important keeping his spirits up was in a survival situation, so he took off the propeller, drew a little happy face on the hub, and named it spinny. Now, he was ready to go, and started walking towards the sun. After about an hour, he decided that was hard work, since it was noon, so he just decided to walk left. He continued for a while, every now and then telling no one in particular how dangerous it was.

A couple of days later, he wasn't sure why he was so weak... what went wrong? He sat down, ate some snow, and chewed on a stick that he had given a complex name and deemed edible, but dangerous. Northern Arizona Puffer Fishicus Stick. Rare delicacy around these parts! Now that it was day three, he decided to inventory his gear, which consisted of pocket lint, some string, a paper clip, and old lighter that didn't have any fluid. Meh, all useless. He tossed them.... it was good to get rid of some dead weight anyway so it wasn't so hard to carry spinny around. But wait, what's that deep in his left cargo pocket? zomg, a Glock .40! He knew he'd survive now... somehow. Someone would think twice before trying to take HIS spinny!

On day 7, when his crew didn't arrive, he decided he should stay put. After accidentally shooting himself twice trying to start a fire with the glock, he decided to remove the bullets from the shells. Eventually, he was successful! In torching 291 acres of wilderness preserve. A caribou trying to escape the fire ran past him, but unfortunately he was out of ammo and too weak from loss of blood to build some sort of primitive phaser. He survived for the next two days drinking urine until smoke jumpers found him. Two weeks later, he signed a book and movie deal worth 16 million dollars for his story; "Knowing -- it's half the battle" in which Bruce Willis plays the heroic Pilot B, fighting hordes of enemy terrorists in the wilderness with nothing but his trustly bazooka named "Glock" and Angelina Jolie as "Agent Spinniker", the only thing that kept him from slipping into madness during his harrowing ordeal.

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