Never again. No no no no no no no not okay. This is all your fault Wolfgang!

Not talking huh? Of course. When I do not need you, you never shut up. But the moment a monster comes along, you are nowhere to be seen. You are...you know what you are? You...you are a phallus! Yeah, that is right, a phallus! A big old disgusting phallus! Who talks about their own sister like that? What kind of person? I will tell you: a phallus! Because that is what you are!

Woah, Woah, Wilson, take it down a notch man, what happened? Jesus, what happened to your arm? Is that blood?

Wolves is what happened. One wolf, the size of me, attacked in the middle of the night. I was yelling at the both of you for help, but neither of you came!

Dude, you know we can't actually hear you right?

I know that, but the point is still there!

Hang on, I can cauterize the wound.

Ow! Why would you do that Willow?

So you don't bleed to death or die of infection you nit.

I would not even need this if Wolfgang had helped instead of fawning over my sister.

I do not even want to talk about what happened. Suffice to say I'm now in even more pain, but at least mobile again. The mountains are finally within reach, and berry bushes adorn it's lower steps. After picking these clean and replenishing my strength, I continued walking. The muscular pain from Wolfgang's runs is starting to subside, which I am grateful for. Of course, this does not leave me devoid of pain, but it is a nice start.

I do not think Wolfgang or Willow are talking to me. I have faded out a few times now, and we are making good headway. Now is a good time to take stock and get my bearings. My pockets currently contain a few chunks of Flint, about 10 fresh berries, my pen, and journal. My ax is still strapped to my back with what little twine I have. My clothing is in tatters. My shirt has no front or sleeves, revealing my sunburnt and scratched skin. The knees of my slacks have been destroyed, but the rest of the garment is unharmed. My shoes are covered in foul gunk, and I have had to remove several rocks from them. My hair, as ever, remains unharmed and refuses any attempts to compress or flatten it. However, my face has become itchy with the oncoming of beard hair. Without my trusty razor, I will look like a savage within the week.

The way I see it, I need to get my priorities in order. At the top of the list is getting home. In order to do that, I need to obtain or invent the necessary parts to build a gate home. To get such materials, I will have to use all the knowledge and resources at my disposal. But I must also make sure I am safe so that I can devote myself to this task. This means constructing some sort of base. A farm would also be good. I might be able to domesticate some of the creatures here, but that is far more long term.

I have found a cave. It is much shallower than my previous find, reaching only a few meters into the rock face. However, it is perfect for my purposes. I will base myself here, in Mount Wilson.

That's a dumb name.

Oh, could you think of something better?

Uh, yeah? How about...the hills of fire.

Well, I suppose that's as good a name for the mountain range as any, but that does not name the individual mountain.

Huh. Mount willow?

Yeah, no.

Who gave you naming rights?

Me! I named it first! Who gave you questioning rights?

It's a free country.

A little too free... But that changes nothing. I named the mountain first, so it's the one we're sticking with.

Fine, but the next one is being named mount Willow. Deal?

Very well.

Wolfgang wants mountain!

Where the hell have- urgh, what do you want to call your mountain?

Wolfgang call it...mount Exousia!

What, why?

Exousia is name of power in ancient language. Wolfgang mountain most powerful of mountains!

Wow, that...that is correct. Alright Wolfgang, that can be yours.

Yes! Wolfgang will ride up mountain every day on small donkey!

No. Not happening.

Night comes, Willow has made a fire, and the full moon smiles down upon me, like the watchful eye of God. For now, I will sleep, but tomorrow I must begin work.