Year 8, day 12: Have you ever smooched a Jinjo? It’s not bad. The beak makes it a bit tricky though. It helped she wasn’t too much smaller than me. Turns out they’re pretty open and carefree when you’re not imprisoning them or running over their homes. Plus they had the best public market for … Continue reading Chapter 3.32: 7.03 Years

Year 7, day 333: Humba has contacted us. The posters for the ad on the milk carton have finally managed to respond. A letter was delivered to her with a meeting location where the tip could be heard: Witchyworld’s Crazy Castle Stockade, a week from now right after the park closed. Come alone, it said. … Continue reading Chapter 3.31: 6.91 Years

Year 7, day 60: It took this long to find someone that would be willing to call the Rubbish Character Police that we were certain had never been heard by them before. In that time, Piddle got his seventh Glowbo (they are definitely coming faster) and mastered Sunlight. Since it took so long and transformations … Continue reading Chapter 3.29: 6.16 Years

Year 6, day 319: My investigation of Cloud Cuckooland has proven… interesting. Which usually doesn’t mean much when the usual is Cloud Cuckooland, but it does here. The giant trash can that stands on one of the floating islands is, in fact, a normal-sized trash can, but your height automatically adjusted downwards as you got … Continue reading Chapter 3.28: 5.87 Years

Year 6, day 302: Leads can come from the weirdest places. Bottles had invited my family and Banjo over to lunch at his place. Terra was helping Mrs. Bottles handle the meal. Piddle was very enthusiastic about telling us how his lessons were going. “Mr. Mumbo is trying to teach me the Sunlight spell!” he … Continue reading Chapter 3.27: 5.82 Years

Year 6, day 151: I was in Terrydactyland, checking a lead on a Jiggy that had appeared there recently (they’ve become a good bit harder to find, now that they weren’t potential witch magnets), when I ran into Tooty again. I saw her while she was on the surface, refilling some canteens. She was a … Continue reading Chapter 3.26: 5.41 Years

Year 6, day 118: I’ve adjusted back to normal life and social interaction. We’ve started renting out the two Plateau houses for extra Notes and have established Spiral Mountain as our permanent home. We still got the poker game going; family aside, it’s the highlight of my week. The fully functional underground Oran Berry garden … Continue reading Chapter 3.25: 5.32 Years

Year 5, day 108: From my perspective, Banjo’s adventures were as good as over. Nuts & Bolts would be another ten years, and the world would end before then. Maybe Banjo-Pilot would be in the intervening time, if at all, but who knows. My team had filled me in on what was going on the … Continue reading Chapter 3.24: 4.29 Years

Year 5, day 51: Finally, Banjo got here. I’ve been doing this for like almost a month and a half. Worst month and a half of my fucking life. When I heard the guards shouting that a blast of light from the sky shattered the barrier around the castle… I’m not sure I can describe … Continue reading Chapter 3.23: 4.14 Years