March 28th Game
How do we do it? How can we maintain sanity in a world going crazy? Once more we find ourselves in strange circumstances. I wish for a simpler time among the wastelands where the threats were real. They were deadly, but I could fight them. I could stab as needed with my dagger. I could feel the life of enemies that wanted me dead for my water. Survival was the most necessary aspect of life. Here, in the Botankine creatures just wander around trying to kill us. There is no reason, no order, nothing to make sense of the world. In the wasteland we saw our enemies coming. We felt them walking the sand, digging beneath us. We smelled their breath. We ate their remains. This place is something only one from here can appreciate. Most of us hate the fact it is here at all. Faster transport is nice but I’d rather ride my worm. Thank the moon, she is back. Aside from Zek, I am not sure I have any other friend besides her.
Hopefully our time in this town will be fruitful. I am not encouraged.