Hello again! Everything smells like a fart.

Nothing much has changed, we are still lost in the bowels of the beast, and we are still fighting to survive. We managed to get out of the stomachs at least, all eight of them. Now we find ourselves in a much narrower, longer passage. It smells like a million farts, and when I use my tingles to make fire it’ll cause large, smelly, explosions about half the time.

Interestingly enough, when the explosions end the air doesn’t stink quite as bad as before, but the bad smells just keep coming back. Which leads to more explosions. It’s not the best situation, but I suppose it could be worse.

Fen can make a wind barrier of some kind to keep the smells and explosions from us, but he doesn’t for the most part. Apparently, “Farts are funny.” even, or especially, when they explode. Lena and Onica disagree, but we can’t, or won’t, force him to do something he doesn’t want to, and he does keep the explosions at bay, so that’s nice.

The biggest change has to be in the guard goobers. They’ve completely changed, from snotty balls of slow yuck, into skittering creeps with no faces and lots of fangs. Where before they were pretty much amorphous, or gooey, now they are rigid, and look like a collection of straight lines.

Luckily, these changes aren’t at all good for them. They’re super fragile now, and every time the fart smell builds up enough to create another explosion, hundreds of the swarming skitterers shatter into so many shards of stuff. It’s honestly pretty fun to watch.

The weird fat red grass that covers the floors, walls, and ceilings of this new area then kind of eat them. I say kind of, because the chunks of skitterer melt into goo, and then get sucked into the grass. I tried throwing some leftover meat into the grass, out of curiosity, and the same thing happened.

So basically, do not touch the lawn here, because it will eat you.

In order to prevent ourselves from being eaten as much as possible, I have molded the Ivars Dream into a cat. It keeps us away from the hungry grass, gives us a height advantage against the skitterer guards, and looks absolutely adorable.

It’s a Tubby Tabby Tank!

Meow meow, out the way!

It’s been a long day.

There is always a price to pay.

We haven’t got time to stay.

So get out of our meowing way!

Or your lives we will take away!

Charge~!

Written by Lena (with help from big bro and Fen.)

Just like the ditty declares, it has been another long day. I wonder how long has passed in truth. If we are just going off of meals, then it has been three days since we left the stomachs. Maybe less, since we are pretty gluttonous at the best of times, but nothing has really changed down here. Well, when I say that I’m talking about the scenery.

Onica has been mixing stuff with the various different barrels of stomach acids, and now we have a variety of colors and smells. None of the colors are friendly, and none of the smells are delightful. But it’s a good way to spend some time, staring into the ever shifting, slowly bubbling red, purple, and brown fluids as Onica stirs them with a long glass rod and mutters to herself.

She’s a special one alright.

There are some good things about being in here though. The temperature stays pretty dang stable, which makes sleep comfy. There is always something to do, mostly defend the Tabby Tank, but still, it’s a good way to pass the time. And we have fun trying to damage the largest portion of the beasts guts with a single attack.

It’s simple competition born from boredom, but it does keep us entertained. Also, revenge. Teach you to eat us! Even, though I suppose we sort of got ourselves eaten… Or more accurately, I got us eaten by sailing directly into it. But that doesn’t really matter, and shouldn’t be of interest to anyone, ever.

Onica doesn’t compete, because for all her terrifying ability, she just isn’t as good as the rest of us at spreading carnage without touching. So she’s the judge. There have been a few minor rule disputes, like when Fen spawned a hundred bolts of lightning and sent them crashing into the walls of the tunnel. I argued that he had made one hundred attacks, and he claimed to have simply made one attack that struck one hundred times.

Come to think of it, I don't know that we ever did decide on a ruling for that…

Anyway, Julius isn’t really that good at it. He tends to hit really hard in a small area, so he’ll leave a nice deep scorched pit in the tunnel, but it isn’t that wide. Average score: 4/10

Lena will coat a swathe of the tunnel in thick ice, or make a huge water blade to carve it up. Average score: 6/10

Fen blasts it with lightning, or ravages it with a tornado full of wind blades. Average score 7/10

I just set everything I can reach on fire, and let the flames burn nice and hot for a good long time. Average score 8/10

When we all work together, we wreck the place pretty impressively. Flaming tornadoes and exploding electric ice shards fill the air, while waves of dancing fire and lightning cover the ground. Max score 23/10. But we don’t do that too often, because everytime we do another huge wave of those guards come after us, and the tunnel shrinks a bit. So it’s more of a once a day thing than a once an hour thing.

That’s pretty much what we’ve been doing lately. Besides the usual eating, chatting, singing, and general carrying-on we do everyday. I wouldn’t wager tomorrow will be all that different.

Goodnight.