09-08-2023, 08:12 PM
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The ocelot’s tail flicked in the sand, drawing patterns that became more elaborate as her unease grew. More warfare? There was always bloodshed, but this time… the ocelot’s amber eyes closed. She couldn’t stomach leaving Alexandre as a prisoner.
“We will prevail.” She repeated Sherbet’s words in her mind.
The Typhoon would prevail until it didn’t. The ocelot opened her eyes, exhaled in one puff. For now, she’d focus on one problem at a time: acting as the sole healer in the group, and tending to Sherbet’s amputation.
“We will prevail.” She repeated Sherbet’s words in her mind.
The Typhoon would prevail until it didn’t. The ocelot opened her eyes, exhaled in one puff. For now, she’d focus on one problem at a time: acting as the sole healer in the group, and tending to Sherbet’s amputation.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?