It is midday, but I have been up for a while. I awoke before the sun had even started to rise, and began my way down Mount Wilson. I have spent the morning foraging. I have found twine and wood, which I made into a sled. Then I found even more wood and berries. My ax broke after that, so I picked even more berries and snapped off some sticks. I found some Flint and an enormous stone sticking out of the ground. It appears to be made of granite, which I could mine, if I remembered how to make a pickax. All in all, it has been a good day so far. I used some of the loose pebbles and wood to make a fire pit within the mountain. I used a bit of Flint to chip out a hole deep enough to store the wood, and then encircled it with stones. I think I can call this my very first base!
Why are you doing this?
Uh, excuse me? Who are you?
Oh, nobody that matters.
Well, you are in my head, so I will be the judge of that. And what do you mean "why are you doing this"? To make sure I do not die seems a good enough answer.
We're all going to die. Doesn't matter if it happens now or later.
What? Yes it does! I need to see my sister again! My friends! My wife!
No, you don't. They'll all be dead too. Nothing matters.
A philosophy major are we? Quite a few things matter, as I just outlined. Now please tell me, what is your name?
Fine, I'll tell you. But it won't make you happy. My names Wendy.
That is a nice name.
No it isn't.
Hey Willy. Wow, you aren't having much luck with these personality babies of yours.
Yes, I had noticed. This one is a little ray of sunshine as you can tell.
The sun burns everyone to death and then itself.
Aw hell yeah! That's how I wanna go!
I am starting to get the feeling that I am going mad. I have never heard of anybody gaining three new personalities over the course of twelve days. It seems impossible. I mean, how would they all fit? In fairness, I must be running out of space. Each personality seems to be getting more one dimensional as time goes on. I would have to hope so. I mean, are more coming? It is useless clutter, just nagging voices when I could be getting real work done. Burn this, lift that, give up on everything. The trifecta of irritation.
Aw, Willy, you sure know how to make a girl feel special
Not even having this conversation. The base construction is going well, if slowly. I have stockpiled my berries in a cooler part of the cave. My sled remains parked inside the cave, along with my new ax and firewood. The sun is starting to set over the landscape, and I was not able to get much done during that conversation. Switching between personalities is so time-consuming.
I have begun work on a door and barricades, so that I may hide within the cave during attacks. I am no carpenter, and I was barely able to shape a few planks before the sun had set. I sacrificed some of them to the fire, and they burn well. I will need to get more wood tomorrow in order to complete this door, but this is a good start. I will also need to fashion some nails from all this Flint.
That may take a while...
