November 2nd, 1996
My expedition to the far-off castle has become plagued by these infuriating mushroom creatures. They are quite unresponsive to attempts at communication, and when I attempted to touch one I immediately lost a life and was forced to repeat that leg of the journey. Still I jump over them, and they plod incessantly onwards. Sometimes they hit a wall, and apparently suffering from the same dimensional restrictions as myself are forced to reverse their path. In these instances my jumping has become quite frenetic, and I am becoming quickly exhausted. This inconvenience, combined with an annoying amount of apparently bottomless pits, makes me fearful that I may soon have to cut my journey short. I must conserve lives, or find a method of obtaining more.
