[Written after a few days' awed consideration] Does it do that often in the sphere? That falling water thing. It's amaz

[Hastily scrawled at some point during this log]

Hey, whoever deals with this sort of thing might want to get down to the Aquarium right now. Geranium and I just found a dead guy here.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?

THE WILDERNESS TURNED ME INTO SOME KIND OF FISH CREATURE. I HAD CLAMSHELLS ON MY CHEST.

Shit. I need a drink.

So what's a good way for a man to figure out how to make a living in this interesting sphere we call home? For now, all I know of my past is that I was either pretty good with a gun or some kind of fruit salesman.

Greetings, friends. The name's Chapel. I didn't really appreciate the whole waking up naked in goo thing, but we're all friends here--let's just let bygones be bygones ( Read more... )

There was an apple. It was shiny and green, healthy fruit, and he had the feeling that this was a rare thing. He reached out for it, wanting to take it for himself, but the bigger hand that held it was too fast, and he couldn't manage it ( Read more... )

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