Day 588:
The murderers haven’t found me yet, but they’re definitely still in the area. As close as I can figure, they’re mad about the ones I killed… which, I mean, yeah. Even professional murderers get pissed when their allies are killed.
(Do professional murderers make friends, do you suppose?)
Anyway, I’m making progress with the things I want to do, but much more nervously, as I’m afraid any minute now a pack of roving iron-masked murderers are going to come around the corner and decide to end me.
It’s as bad as when I first landed, to be honest. I’ve learned a lot about how to survive the local fauna here, but this is a new situation altogether and definitely not a comfortable one.
What if the whole planet is hostile toward me? Except for invisible llama breeders I mean. What if they’re hostile toward me because I was nice to the invisible llama breeder?
I miss wine.