This journal belongs to Miss Yael Rhodes.

Entry 1: Day 1

There are trees everywhere and daunting mountains in the distance which I don't believe I will ever reach. In fact, I feel no compelling desire to move in their direction, admittedly strange for a curious woman such as myself. I must say, or write, rather, that I am a bit perturbed by this place in which I have suddenly found myself. There are animated, seemingly sentient globs of green goo that hop around killing the local wildlife and terrorizing not only me but a strange man whom I found wandering about in this expansive forested landscape. More on him later. Recently, I have also discovered blue and purple variants on the surface of this new world, and the man I discovered claimed to have seen a tiny pink one. How truly peculiar. These 'slimes,' as I have deemed them, appear to be some kind of invasive species and they are, frankly, rather disgusting and surprisingly harmful. It's worth mentioning that they are also flammable, as I am currently writing this entry by the light of a slime-fueled torch, my own genius invention. I will record every creature I come across with brief outlines for future reference.

Slime:

A gelatinous monster that appears commonly on the surface.

Variants: Blue, Purple, Pink(?)

Size: I would estimate 1' at smallest and 1'7"

Properties: Slippery, completely solid, smell of gasoline, vibrant colors

Mannerisms: Mostly hostile, aggressive jumping, frequently murder bunnies and squirrels

Verdict: Mildly harmful

That reminds me that, yes, there is normal wildlife here. Thus far, I have seen bunnies, squirrels, cardinals, blue jays, ducks, and various bugs as well. This is somewhat reassuring, though also a bit inconvenient. These creatures are excessively fragile, and I have accidentally killed more innocent forest critters than I would like to admit. It has occurred to me that I should stop reading aloud what I am writing, as my helpful friend is shooting me a rather disgusted and slightly terrified look. He's the mad I mentioned earlier. I found him wandering the surface, apparently as confused about his whereabouts as me, yet he strangely seems to have an encyclopedia for a brain. Neither of us has any idea why he knows as much as he does, but his inexplicable knowledge has saved our lives. I have managed to construct a humble cabin for the two of us after chopping down, and replanting, many, many trees. I even managed to make a workbench, a table, two chairs, two doors, and several torches. My 'guide' friend instructed me to build each of these things, and I suspect he will continue to guide me further. By the way, his name is Kevin, and he is very kind and, while he isn't incredibly strong, he's quite an expert with a bow.

Now I come to perhaps the strangest part of this new world, my newfound expertise. I was never an explorer, yet I now have an insatiable lust for adventure. In much the same way, I was never a weapons master or a craftsman, well, woman, of any sort, either, but I can use a sword, a bow, and who knows what else with deadly efficiency and, as I mentioned before, I can now seemingly pull anything out of thin air if I have the materials for it. Oh right, and I can pull things out of thin air. While incredibly helpful, this newfound inventory of mine defies every law of physics I am aware of and though I am wary of this new ability, in particular, I appreciate it greatly. I wonder if it has any limits? I suppose I will discover more as my time in this world drags on. Kevin and I await the night, and he is immensely paranoid saying, "We should really stay indoors at night. It's probably dangerous to go walking around in the dark." He says he doesn't know why it would be so dangerous, but I am not looking forward to finding out. Tomorrow morning, I plan to venture into the caves near our new home to search for resources. I suppose I forgot to mention that I possess an axe, a shortsword, and a pickaxe, all made from copper, but that is just another mystery to add to the list of peculiar things about this place. I will stop writing for tonight, though I must admit, I am not looking forward to sharing a table as a bed with Kevin.