Report 46.30am Up early to make up my quota of 20 friends.
7.18am I meet a fellow Sixamite, we exchange our findings.
8.022am 1st Pollinator isn't as cheerful as usual this morning.
8.29am He sets about his work while 2nd Pollinator keeps writing children's books.
10.37am Some locals prove rather more difficult to befriend than others.
2.31pm I rope 2nd Gardener in as my wingman.
4.18pm Nearly reached my quota. I think I may not talk for a day or two after this.
5.38pm 1st Pollinator is a complete trooper. Determined to complete his mission despite certain discomforts.
6.19pm In between shepherding locals 2nd Gardener has been looking for angelfish.
7.20pm They are proving elusive.
10.14pm My 20th friend.
10.25pm Angelfish number 2.
11.09pm A friendly encounter.
11.12pm. That awkward moment when you realize your guts are too big for your lips to touch.
11.29pm A new job.
6.43am Tinkering for a breakthrough.
8.45am Strangely weeding plants seems to bring about more eureka moments. All eight are accounted for. I can't wait to start work.
3.56pm I take off, finally for home.
4.02pm While it is so good to be back I wish I could remove my disguise.
4.12pm I give my report over and spend some time chatting.
5.33pm I'm unexpectedly emotional at being back. It suddenly seems as though 8 generations of life lived as a sim is a torturous sentence.
6.15pm I take it all in with one long look.
6.22pm Returning through the wormhole.
Report Closed