DAY
SEVENTY-EIGHT: Still under the damn ground. Any longer underground and I fear I'll turn white
and lose my eyes, but if there's one part of us that's not hurting,
it's our ears. Hmmm... I wonder if they've got the sword with them
up there.
DAY
EIGHTY-THREE: Daylight! We see daylight, but we're holding off on going to it. We've spent
weeks down here and just the little quill point of light is really
an
ouchie! So much so that even the ogre is weeping.
(It's soo beautiful it burns!)
DAY
EIGHTY-FOUR: We've decided now that we're out there's no way in hell we're going back into
that damn cave! Especially after that cooked dire gopher gave most
of us some serious digestion problems. This leaves us with a problem
though. What do we do now that we've emerged onto an island?