I would like to thank bird number one for their assistance in making the blue expanses of the sky/mountains look like some sort of whale/creature/thing. My personal head canon is that both birds are the same bird, but in case I am wrong about that, I would also like to thank bird number two for their excellent assistance as well. Way to go birds!  


Some say that the krakens won’t eat you if you manage to keep them properly entertained. Others don’t say anything at all. Presumably because they’ve been eaten by the krakens. However, some others disagree and say that it is more likely that they are simply on vacation or have taken a vow of silence to appease the tallest waves. On the other hand, and no, I have no idea whose hand we are talking about at this point, maybe they took a vow of silence, went on a vacation, and got eaten by the krakens. They say you can’t do it all, but who are they anyway, and did they get eaten by the krakens? I say yes.


If you put enough random x’s on your map, you can spend all day searching for the buried treasure of pirates and space penguins. You might never get to wherever you thought you were going, but really, was that even the point anyway? I doubt it. Sure grandmother might like chocolate chip cookies, but who is going complain about a chest full of space penguin treasure? Well maybe the space penguin, but that’s more along the lines of, hey stop stealing all my cleverly hidden space treasure chests, and not, but I was really looking forward to the cookies. Look, I’ll be the first to admit that if your grandmother is a space penguin you might have a problem.


If you find me, let me know. We can eat cabbages together and reminisce. Maybe about cabbages. Do I even know what cabbages look like? If it started raining cats and cabbages, maybe we should have invested in sturdier umbrellas. These ones are inverted in the wind and don’t even carry us off into wherever Mary Poppins comes from. A curse on all broken umbrellas and the broken things they can’t protect quite adequately from the heavy rains. Not really? Okay, well at least they taste like cabbages. If they do. I don’t know. Never tasted them. But I say, let it rain cabbages. After all, they say we need the rain. And whoever they are that say this, they probably haven’t ever said that we don’t also need cabbages. I mean, we might? We might need cabbages. For it is often the case that I look up at the sky again, waving my hands in some futile fashion or modern art piece, and say, let it rain cabbages.


Can’t decide on what color you dream boat should be? No problem, just get a color changing boat. Satisfaction guaranteed. Disclaimer: Color changing boats may attract sharks, mermaids, and medium sized krakens.


I’d sail towards the shore but I have no sails. I also don’t seem to have and oars or paddles. Also I can’t seem to see the shore. At least I seem to have packed a lunch. I know it might be lunch time because I’m eating lunch. If you come rescue me, I’d be happy to share.


Whenever they ask me nicely to stop climbing up the buildings and running across the rooftops, I can’t hear them because I am too busy climbing buildings and running across the rooftops. Maybe they should join me up here. The view is great. The pigeons are mediocre.


We build our dreams on a forgotten city. 
Placing ourselves on the topmost level 
in order to complete a series 
of thoughts and images. 

The game ends when the tower falls.


Adventure has already called out my name. This is strange because I never mentioned it to adventure. Did you tell adventure what my name was?  If you are going to go around telling people’s names to adventure, maybe teach it to pronounce them right. Anyway I’ve got to go, adventure calls.