Kyle the Second’s Bootcamp Experience *BRK*

See I told you so: the center section is for tools and just because you are a voluntary slave does not prohibit you from riding in the front.

Adventure log, day 25-32
My goodness has a full cycle of the moon passed since I arrived?

The natives and I have become quite comfortable with each other. I’ve noticed most of the formalities when expelling gaseous irritants have fallen by the wayside. I do believe I have forgot what it is like to live in civilized culture.

This week we have continued to work on the well project. The cistern seems to be filling as expected, though the water doesn’t seem to be reaching all of its intended locations. The overflow is working though! The overflow will fill a sacred pond wherein fish may be stocked for eating rites.

One task I am called upon to perform, periodically, is to fetch water from a neighboring tribe. The neighboring tribe has horses. Sometimes these horses will come to greet us, and sometimes they won’t. Truly intimidating creatures, up close. One of them followed me around quite closely this last time. Alas, I have not yet had the foresight to bring carrots for my new friends.

We are building a new rack for firewood. The tribe utilizes a somewhat sophisticated technology called “rocket mass heaters” to heat abodes. They work far more effectively than traditional wood burning stoves. And yet, we must still put up firewood so as to not suffer a frigid death. The last pictures are of the fire rack in progress. I’m quite excited, as I’ve not built much before. There is, indeed, much satisfaction to the activity of joining wood with wood to make bigger wood.

Adventure log, day 33

‘‘Twas a frigid morning, yet the tribe seemed determined to garden anyway. Each individual attempted to do something despite the cold weather and blanket of snow. I managed to throw some dirt on my hugulkultur and cuddle with some cats to stave off hypothermia.

We continued working on the contraption for holding firewood. It has the bones of a roof now. One of the tribesmen demonstrated his athletic prowess and the contraptions stability by doing a half pull up on the roof. If there were any females present, I suspect they would have initiated a mating dance on the spot.

Also, the tribe ate tah cos again. I abstained as I’m trying to eat only meat, but found my will power insufficient to keep me from the iced cream

Adventure log, day thirty something

The natives included me  on a council for designing some spaces for storing tools and some gates. It was pretty fun, though I admit my attention wandered at times.

We finally finished the firewood storage contraption! Huzzah!

Adventure log, day 40-something

There have been many adventures in the past 10 days.

A group of anthropologists have descended upon the tribe and are attempting to learn the tribes customs. They seem friendly. One of them even pulled some pork for the group. Quite tasty.

I visited my horse friend today. I asked her why the long face. She replied that I needed to learn new jokes.

We attempted to saw some logs, but the mill has been testy of late. We hope to whip her into shape soon.