I have given this planet precisely as much thought as its place in the plot deserves- no more, no less.
So this is why GreggHL acts the way he does... :3
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Entry 7 (Day 4)
...That didn't work.
Ten minutes in, the thing was still flapping around, in its shockingly slow way. At that point, I was sort of curious how long it'd last, so I decided to head up to the plateau and take a bath.
By all the gods we've ever invented, that was great! I can't believe how much better I feel now! You never realize how nice it is to be clean- not until it stops, anyway. I even gave my clothes a dunking, and hung them up on some branches to dry. Not as good as a proper washer, or even taking a bar of soap to them, but it should help a bit.
When I got back, the fish was still slowly flapping about. In the interests of science (or my appetite- it can be hard to keep that straight), I captured another one, and took a sharp rock to it. Turns out jetfish (my new name for them) are remarkably good eating!(In case anybody ever reads this, you might be thinking sushi. Don't. Jetfish have a fairly substantial bone scructure, which the jet is built around, and all those muscles are red meat. They're a lot closer to eel or lamb meat. Swimming steak, really.)
Emboldened by my success at finding food, I decided to go for one of humanity's other great needs- fire. Gathering enough branches was simple enough... even while avoiding touching any leaves or living plants. I wasn't taking any chances. The problem was that I didn't have any easy way to light the silly thing.
This may be the only time in my life that I've ever regretted not smoking.
Oh, well. It's getting dark, so I'll just wait until tomorrow.
Entry 8 (Day 5)
Project Fire has run into a snag. Put simply, it's raining.
The jetfish I left out yesterday afternoon is still moving. It managed to fill its gillslits with rainwater overnight, and is flapping about with more energy than before. The experiment has been ruined.
Oh, well. I'll let it wear itself out again, once the rains stop. For now, I've had a wonderful jetfish breakfast, and pulled myself back into my car to wait. I'll have to collect more branches when everything dries out.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
So this is why GreggHL acts the way he does... :3
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Entry 7 (Day 4)
...That didn't work.
Ten minutes in, the thing was still flapping around, in its shockingly slow way. At that point, I was sort of curious how long it'd last, so I decided to head up to the plateau and take a bath.
By all the gods we've ever invented, that was great! I can't believe how much better I feel now! You never realize how nice it is to be clean- not until it stops, anyway. I even gave my clothes a dunking, and hung them up on some branches to dry. Not as good as a proper washer, or even taking a bar of soap to them, but it should help a bit.
When I got back, the fish was still slowly flapping about. In the interests of science (or my appetite- it can be hard to keep that straight), I captured another one, and took a sharp rock to it. Turns out jetfish (my new name for them) are remarkably good eating!(In case anybody ever reads this, you might be thinking sushi. Don't. Jetfish have a fairly substantial bone scructure, which the jet is built around, and all those muscles are red meat. They're a lot closer to eel or lamb meat. Swimming steak, really.)
Emboldened by my success at finding food, I decided to go for one of humanity's other great needs- fire. Gathering enough branches was simple enough... even while avoiding touching any leaves or living plants. I wasn't taking any chances. The problem was that I didn't have any easy way to light the silly thing.
This may be the only time in my life that I've ever regretted not smoking.
Oh, well. It's getting dark, so I'll just wait until tomorrow.
Entry 8 (Day 5)
Project Fire has run into a snag. Put simply, it's raining.
The jetfish I left out yesterday afternoon is still moving. It managed to fill its gillslits with rainwater overnight, and is flapping about with more energy than before. The experiment has been ruined.
Oh, well. I'll let it wear itself out again, once the rains stop. For now, I've had a wonderful jetfish breakfast, and pulled myself back into my car to wait. I'll have to collect more branches when everything dries out.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.