oo1. i'm a walking travesty.

[skimpysandwich]

[His handwriting is small and meticulous, but only because he was actually focused on making it legible. It slants slightly down the page, without the benefit of lines to keep it from doing so. He pauses no less than twenty times halfway through any sentence or word.]So anybody can read this? That seems kinda weird to me. I dunno, maybe it's

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[lingeringlegacy]

Considering you wonder about the normality of this journal, does it mean you are newly hatched?

[skimpysandwich]

[He makes a face at the book for a long moment.]

If by newly hatched you mean I only just crawled out of that sphere of goopy snot, yeah.

[lingeringlegacy]

That accurately describes the experience, yes. [Reads above] Welcome to Edensphere, Sven. My name is Stellaris. As for your poll, had I not been here, I would say a tree makes for inadequate accommodation. Yet humans of old times survived living in even more rudimentary conditions, so I suppose all most of us are equipped with survival genes.

[skimpysandwich]

[He whistles slightly at the journal. Another one with big fancy words. He makes something of an effort to talk in an educated fashion. ...er, write.] Nice to meet you, Stellaris. I certainly hope I'm one of them. [A human equipped with survival genes, he means.]

[lingeringlegacy]

It is a good trait to have.

Have you gone sightseeing around Edensphere, Sven? I assume your Greeter had told you how we need jobs to get by.

[skimpysandwich]

I'd say so.

Not too much, yet. I was curious about this magic journal thing, and lemme tell you, I have not been disappointed. Three weeks to get a job, right?

[lingeringlegacy]

Three weeks until you get evicted, to be exact. Most people get jobs, but there are also some with personal benefactors.

[skimpysandwich]

Evicted? [The term is unfamiliar.]

Hopefully I shouldn't have too much trouble. Not really sure what I'm good at, but I'll figure something out.