Day 202:
Hit a rock with a sledgehammer and a bunch of silvery grey things the size of rats poured out and started biting my ankles.
I would tell you more about how they look — spiky? angry — but I was so busy killing them I didn’t get a good look, and like most of the hostile critters on this planet as soon as they were dead they turned into dust.
That gets kind of old when trying to write up descriptions of things.
Anyway, I did learn that they squeak and squeal much like rats because there was another rock making similar noises that I chose *not* to crack open.
So that was today’s adventure. Let’s hope tomorrow is rat-free.