Words of the Constant
It's a den in a stump.
Ears hat!
It's mushy.
Not my fault!
Yum!
It's dubiously photosynthetical.
I wonder if I could move that rock.
I bet there's all sorts of things to discover down there.
The earth itself rejects me!
I bet there's all sorts of things to discover down there.
I'll just stay down here, I suppose.
I've had enough discovery for now.
It's plugging up something.
It's a fern.
I feel a strangely magnetic pull towards the cave entrance.
I never had it before I came here.
Can I get a bigger bowl? This one looks a little shrimpy.
It's small, dark, and smells like burnt wood.
A pile of broken chess pieces.
Another pile of broken chess pieces.
Even more broken chess pieces.
Otto von Chesterfield, Esq.
It's looking at me.
It went to sleep.
It's extremely not-alive.
It's a little chicken.
It's conked out.
Take that, wind!
Bug coating.
For hammering out the details.
Plain fire. No science involved.
Lusterless.
I'm in-tree-ged.
Science at work.
Evidence of my hard labor.
That wind isn't getting away now!
This seems dangerous.
I'll need to light it first.
It requires a large nut hacker.
It doesn't need my help to grow anymore.
Now I just need a cake.
When I click them together, they make horsey sounds.
Smells delicious and energizing!
They could use some roasting.
Heat definitely improved them.
It's a coffee maker.
I think it needs to be fertilized.
This is a plant I could learn to love.
Maybe they'll grow back?
Looks malnourished.