Day 200: ugh

Day 200:

Well, I can’t say I wanted to be here 200 days to begin with, but since I have been, yay me. I’ve survived 200 days in this hellscape.

I’m trying to stay off my feet as best I can. Made new boots and did that glowy thing with the weird blue rock to strengthen them. I’m also spending a lot of time fishing because I can soak my feet in the water while I sit on the bank. I’m not overly worried about my feet getting infected because it really does appear that the only microorganisms on this planet rode in with me. The water’s pure from all I can tell, none of the animals get sick… heck, I haven’t even really gotten sick since the first few weeks.

And maybe there is something special in the water, because my feet are healing much faster than they should.

Day 199: Ducken report

Day 199:

By a very rough count (because they keep moving) I have at minimum 100 duckens in the yard and probably another hundred or more in the caverns below my dwelling.

They’re weird. I can’t figure out their flocking pattern. At one point I had about 40 in one cavern and they  refused to move from that spot. Then I dug into the cavern next door and they all scattered throughout the caves.  Now, no matter how many duckens I move into that cavern they refuse to stay in it.

If I could figure out what determines where they’ll stay, it would be easier to feed and care for them.

Then again, they seem to live for an extremely long time, so maybe I don’t need to worry about it.

Day 198: ow

Day 198:

Camouflaged giraffe-corgi snuck up behind me and exploded, blew my boots off. I wish that was a metaphor. Feet are pretty torn up and I barely have the energy to type this. Don’t know how much blood I lost. I’m glad I keep a store of food near my bed though because I suspect I won’t be getting up for a few days.

Day 197: Okay then

Day 197:

Woke up, watched a flock of duckens run backwards across the yard, went back to bed. Whatever today has in store for me, I am not interested.