Day 8:

The archery competition was canceled due to bad weather, and they left the gear there before returning to the village, so I couldn't use or borrow any of it today. I need.. to shoot.. arrows..

And then the villagers threatened me at spearpoint to attend some stupid course on how to manage one's resources. Apparently they just perfected the formula so they want me to review it. So I wasted eight, no. Nine hours glaring menacingly and rotting inside amidst the chilling rain without protection. I swear the villagers are starting to get radically smarter. This might bode well for me, unless they reinvent the wheel that I invented. Then I will introduce lawsuits and copyright.

Green beans are germinating quite nicely, tallest one around six, seven inches? I think I should have spaced them out though. They look so. Squeezed. Designed a mini-draining system by digging out little trenches for water flow. Going to fetch another bucket of water from the dam so I can put it to the test.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.