Creatures Caves

Hello! So, from this point forward, as the announcements tell us, I am now your Columnist!

You can call me Sarrie, but to be honest I think I would say I'm just simply "A little shaken from the violent trip over!" Only just a few days ago, I was enjoying a simple life on Albia like any creature might, (with of course the nightly listening of the updates on that new Survivor match. It's a brutal one this time!) When, suddenly, an announcement from the violent and crazy activities up on the Survivor ship told us all of a chance to take over for the glorious duty of informing the public how the game is going. Well first, before even running out to read the last message that had come through from the previous columnist, I wondered and worried what happened to her? And moments later, with my sad knowledge that it would be a quick decision and much more entertaining than push elevator, I jumped to my feet and shouted "Me!"

Since that fateful day, I have been shot out through an odd blue light to the ship that the last remaining contestants now inhabit. My body was thrown to a soft sea of hot sand, and my mind was pulling back behind me with regret, as if trying to fly away from my body. This place is hot, humid, and horrible! For the first few seconds, I really do miss riding the elevator through the cool breeze of coastal Albia. But soon after, I felt I had a duty. I forced myself to stand, painfully brushed myself off, and seeked shelter where I noticed heavy foot traffic had already led to. I wasn't sure if this is where the columnists get sent, and I wasn't sure if there was any guarantee I could even live through this. During those first moments, I wondered to myself how the previous columnist could be so cheery after being in room like this. Where's my calm cool summer evenings? Life without weapons? Yes, though in the first moment I had seen no such thing, I knew they were here on the ship. Why again had I volunteered to be right in the thick of it? So, from there on I decided under this big tall tree I will hide, and report with this pencil and paper.

Through these past few days of being here, I've been hiding away from all the drama and am wondering if I've yet been spotted. That aside! I have found some interesting observations -

1) There is a lot of blood here and there when I do make my sneaky nightly wanderings around the place, and am too afraid to know what caused it but I do hear rumors in the distance of beasts and grendels. I hope to never encounter a grendel myself. I hear stories of them but thankfully have lived out a life on the wrong island to see grendels.

2) There's a very interesting looking ettin, Ian, with a body just full of luscious hair, who seems to be quite the gadget expert! Well, I couldn't fully say expert, but always busy and always improving. I wouldn't mind having some tea from him, as I always hear that's where one can get some good tea from, but, I am afraid much of the blood I have seen is from him! I recently saw c1anddsaddict go to see the furry ettin, so, I feel that I should not step in to intervene there, worse even, ask him for some tea! It is hard to just know someone got beat up and not try and save them, though.

3) What in the world were those little mini-creatures I see wandering from time to time? They are no norn, grendel, or ettin! And it seems a few contestants have no problem with them, in fact, they almost treat them like parents.

Those thoughts aside, I have begun to learn more about the contestants beyond what I and my companion Albian friends knew from listening to the updates transmitted from up on the ship. One contestant, a simple Ettin by the name "Coolpikaaa," was once a high hope for me when I heard of the previous messages from the bottle. Armed, ready to win, - But now injured and somehow got his own sword in him? Yikes! This place isn't even safe for those ready to fight off whatever comes their way! Two other contestants since my time on Albia have also been through some rough times, but with great worry - One is not involving grendels and beasts! Instead, and few sightings have confirmed it, there is a mechanical hand not to be messed with. We all know of the hand back on Albia, but this is no hand you want to push, pull, or eat!

On the good news, through my hard work each night trying to figure out what is going on without being spotted, I have found that our dear cute little purple Kappsune is going to build up a resistance and fight off the H.A.N.D. ? Oh yes, and by the way, my observations also tell me this menacing thing has a name, strange that it may be!

I am still on the look out for who is responsible for these odd little miniature critters I have seen running around, but I am to assume that the larger of them is a pet of Josey's. I had heard something from Albia reports that she had a strange creature with her wherever she went. Possibly two. I must admit, my time was well spent with elevator and flower. But, there are many of these, and they are quite small!

So, this is so far my time spent here. Short thus far and quite sudden, but already with great suspense and mystery. I shal hopefully step out from under this tree more often when the artificial light is up, and report back more on how things are going for the contestants! There are a couple I have yet to see in my few days here, and thankfully I did not witness the departure of the last two that were voted off. I dread the day I become too attached to a contestant, seeing their goals in person, then watching them get lifted away and hopefully back to Albia. With what crazy plans the H.A.N.D. is up to, and the rebelllion that may be formed against it, I suspect terrible events to take place for many of the contestents. Hopefully never me! I am but a messenger, but I wonder daily why one should be right in the middle of such a chaotic event. Perhaps I will learn to toughen up?

Sincerely, Sarrie. (Your brand new columnist! A bit new and a bit shy, but working on it!)