07-10-2018, 11:04 AM
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Her right ear flicked at Caesar's question, a bit annoyed he couldn't surmise her commitment based on a grunt. Then again, she supposed that irk likely came from her dislike of Caesar rather than the situation itself - a true Bitch Eating Crackers moment. "I'm playing," she spoke, her right pair of eyes glancing at Pincher and Goldie for a moment. Given the amount of volunteers, she doubted all three'd find themselves on the same team. How unfortunate.
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?