Day 98, 11 Days Since: It's raining. I love the rain; it would wash away all of the broken shards of dead gems when I was in the Kindergarten. This rain, on the other hand, makes it harder to walk, because this soil is still moist with nutrients, unlike the stiffness of the rock on the Kindergarten. The soil would allow me to leave footprints, but the rain would wash them away, which was good, in case any other gem colonies need a few extra souls at their disposal. I feel like I'm getting used to this Earth, and then I fell. To be more precise, I fell into a Kindergarten. A Kindergarten which was just getting set up, but none the less, it was a large trench. I should also add that I fell on my head, right onto one of the weird-nutrient-sucker-uppers. Womph That was the combined sound of my body hitting my ground, and my gem cracki- my gem cracked??? I would get up and start pacing wondering how to fix it, but I fell unconscious and passed out under the machine.

Day 99, 12 Days Since: "Owwwwww" I said, rubbing my head. The rain had stopped, and the mud had dried. My vision slowly regained back to normal as I remembered my gem had broken. I rubbed my hand over it, and I could feel a scratch, which was close to a crack, but it's not as bad. I grabbed my head in frustration with all six of my ar- OH MY GOD I HAVE SIX ARMS. I had an elongated torso too, but you could barely tell, my waist narrowed too, and I know exactly why.

When gems corrupt, they can turn into monsters, Beryl's turn into monsters that colonize. Most Beryl's turn into ants, but mutated Beryl's such as myself turn into spiders. My gem recognizes that when I corrupt I turn into a spider, and when I scratched my gem and started changing my physical form, it gave me some extra arms on chance, which would have gone away if I wasn't supposed to have extra arms at one point in my lifetime. The thinning of my waist was to establish a thorax, because spiders don't have bodies like a gem. They have a thorax and an abdomen, and my gem couldn't understand why I had 6 arms and 2 legs, but no thorax, so, it created one.

On the bright side, I could move much faster, and I can do amazing cartwheels. This makes multitasking a lot easier. I decided to tamper some of the machines, it should be sent to runt an Amethyst at ~1,500 B.C., I feel bad doing this to a gem, even though it isn't their fault, but even as a runt, they still could take down most enemies with their bare hands. I decided not to stay in the trench, but I will miss my makeshift shelter robot; I've named him Harold. Harold would be better off without me though, creating gems that will destroy other gems which will destroy other gems and whatnot. I settled down in a tiny cave, and I was good for the night.

            Day 100, 13 Days Since: I was getting used to my strange new form, and then I fell. Right into the hands of a camp. An Emerald, an Agate, an Iolite, and a Citrine. I'm dead, but I clench to my pocket, and I hold on. At this moment, I began to lose all Hope.