My virility has not yet returned.

I must go on a quest.

Corpse keeps floating up in chunks.

Chopped corpse into tiny pieces with axe.

And again.

And again.

Corpse has floated up again.

This morning I woke up, and the meat turned to ashes in my mouth. All things seem colourless ( Read more... )

The tome of astronomy gave me no advice. So I consulted the Whirlpool of Seeing, which holds the Wisdom Of All Ages.

The Whirlpool of Seeing said I needed to get laid. But all the wildlife has fled!

This morning a traveller passed by my camp. He traded a fine fresh blade for a meal, and we ate sweet meat together ( Read more... )

There are no moose. Damn this country!

I wish to wrestle something to the ground and eat it. Yet, so yellow-bellied are the creatures of this land that not one of them will stand and face me! Perhaps now is the time to take up a new hobby.